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He managed to get the heel of my sock in his mouth as I attempted to run around him, and I could not travel far down the main hall-dragging him after me-before I had to stop to give him my sock. There were no accidents; there was a reason for that baseball-just as there was a reason for Owen being small, and a reason for his voice. Good night, Owen, I said. hurch for the church of my adoptive father-he was, my mother said, an Episcopalian, and although I never saw any evid

The closet that housed my dead grandfather's clothes was vast and mysterious, full of angles and overhead shelves, and rows upon rows of shoes. ' IS THAT CONSISTENT? he asked our English teacher. me the impression that the terrific heat he'd been exposed to had been generated from inside his head. And then there was April , : the U.