My mother built a concrete block wall to hold up half our yard. (We lived on a slope.) Father helped. When she was sixteen, my sister got pregnant. When the baby came, mother buried the umbilical cord in a cavity she had dug against the concrete wall (“near the bones of its mother”). Next week, father built a basketball court below the wall. “But it was all for naught,” he explains. My sister had lost her ability to play.
Homage to the Sprats
She is domineering (perforce) and decorates everything (“perforce”).
She likes the view through their scratched-up storm window.
A picture hook hangs empty on his study wall.
(He distrusts everything explicit.)