

I remember sitting in diapers on the bottom step up a staircase in my mother’s friend’s house. My twin is on the floor, covered with puppies. I hear a sound at the top of the stairs. I turn and look up and see someone in the upstairs darkness. It stands for a moment before going back into the darkness. A door is shut.
And then nothing, that’s all the memory. I know who the person on the stairs was, if that’s what you mean? It was my mother’s friend’s son from her first marriage. He didn’t want to deal with little children.