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Mallory's apartment has four rooms, but he rents out the front room to a Puerto Rican mother and two children. If that family wants to use the kitchen, or the bathroom at the far end of the kitchen, they must ask Mallory's permission. On the bathroom door Mallory has posted a sign: DO NOT USE UNLESS YOU CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF. Of the two other rooms, one belongs to Michael and Michael's mother Eileen. The other is Mallory's bedroom, nearly filled by a low queen-size bed with an upholstered maroon headboard into which a clock...
Benjamin, age 8, climbs up into the kitchen sink for his eve- ning bath, as his sister Daisy climbs out. Rose throws a towel over Daisy, shampoos Benjamin, tells Davey and Joey to get pajamas on the twins...
Rose's apartment has two rooms, the kitchen and an all-purpose room where the seven of them sleep. Benjamin, Daisy and Sabrina sleep in the bed. Davey, Joey and Dino sleep on the floor. Rose takes the couch. They have no phone; the bathtub leaks; the ceiling is splotched with water stains. Yet this is the best place they've ever had. For a month before this, Rose and the children lived in a car, and bathing was carried out in Rose's girlfriend's apartment. Compared with then, Rose says, the sky's the limit these days...
...pushes aside a garbage bag full of laundry and plonks down on a chair, warily eyeing the kitchen door. "It isn't paradise, but they don't go hungry. When I was a kid, I didn't eat the best either. I was raised on french fries and macaroni because that's what my mother could afford. I loved that stuff. I love it today. And I'm a healthy little woman. And macaroni is good. I say that because (she raises her voice deliberately to be heard in the next room) some of my kids with silver spoons...
...ever talked to about stuff like that. In my family nobody talks. They just fight. Like last week I came from gymnastics. Right? And my brother was in a bad mood or something, so he pushed me. I got mad and I pushed him. We ended up in the kitchen, and he threw me against the window, which cracked, but I didn't fall out. And my mother started screaming and pushed me to one side, and I started screaming, and my other sisters started screaming. It's always like that. When we lived on 39th Street, my brother...