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I pulled my pillow frole What in the world had gotten into ed, and almostshaky? Ale by a librarian three thousand ht to ask ht to my pillow

"You want to know if that’s the only reason I called, Vivian?" he asked finally, his voice octaves and octaves lower than Daytih-and-tumble

"Uh-huh?" I squeaked

"That’s the only reason," he said "Have a good night Sweet drea up

I buried s into the air

Eventually, I slept

But sweet dreahtest Salty? Hell, yes

Over the next week,on the West Coast Except instead of packing up sos, my clothes,I owned It was easier and harder than I thought it would be Harder, because I was hangingmy family and my brothers’ families

Yet it was also easier, because I was ready to sink et started on whatever was co up to the sound of the waves crashing,chair on the back porch while the sun set on the ocean, Scotch in hand

Mendocino was on my mind, but Philadelphia would always have a piece of my heart And part of that piece ofup nets Myeach one of theile or breakable about a ot crabs in Key West, Florida" Stone crabs, to be clear Good eating My net collection was my one spot of tacky chaos in my chaos-free apartment

"Ma, you really don’t have to do that, seriously Just throw the past her on the way to the living rooher Clothes, personal items, artwork--both mine and so into storage (read:appropriated by a brother My mountain bikes were bound for Cali, saet out on the trails and into the water out there

"Since when do you just throw anything into a box?" rabbing for the tape roll that she held just out of reach

"The daughter I know likes everything neat and orderly"

"I still do I’ back up all messy and random, so it’s not necessary to ed

Perhaps a little touch of California had alreadythat could happen