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so sad to look at dead people. And it’s not just that you worry over not knowing whether their skin will feel room temperature or colder than that and you’ll think it’s gross and feel bad because that was the thought you had the very last time you touched them. It’s because they used to be there and now they aren’t and even if you’re grateful to the dead body for being who you loved so long, you can’t get to what changed. Everything is there in the box that was there before your friend or mama died. The only thing missing is your friend or mama. You wouldn’t hug a person who didn’t want to be touched or read even a good friend’s diary without permission, and it’s sort of like that. With a dead person, there’s no one left to give permission. Something is hard about that touch.

      I couldn’t spend too much time thinking about that sort of thing, though. I never used to think this way. Maybe that is what a baby will do to you, make you think hard over the meaning of the smallest thing, since a baby is the smallest thing for a while. I was growing up. The way I knew I was growing up was that when I stared down through Rose’s grate I also wondered why it was different down there instead of just feeling that it was different. I was getting better and better at wondering why instead of just feeling. Then I realized I’d been standing there a long time fretting over something that may be nothing and thinking about these other things, and I saw what I was doing and I stepped back. Every now and then everything seemed so strange to me, even little things like the duct and the heater, and I could only guess that part of the reason was having a baby growing inside me.

      So even though I tried to make myself not think about problems that weren’t problems yet, like the heater, I still mentioned it to Jimmy. He said don’t worry. By the time winter got cold he’d have enough money to take care of a heater and anything else that came up. He was the kind who could have gone to college except that something, some invisible choke collar, kept him at his butcher job living right where he was born. I never knew much about what happened to his parents and his half-sister and he was living proof that if you stay in the same place long enough you’re bound to get ahead somehow because he owned his house free and clear. But it was never enough for Jimmy. There was always something more than a roof, a job, a car, and even a computer to work on and search for things and do calculations and all. Jimmy was a big thinker, not a big actor. And that was Jimmy’s problem. If he could have ever gotten his thinking and his acting in the same room he could have been running the meat counter instead of working for someone who ran it.

      But when Jimmy talked about money he was handsome. It’s good to see a man really want something. It’s not that I don’t agree with the priests about money and heaven. But it’s not having money that keeps the heater from working. It’s not having money that makes us glad even to have squash and okra. It’s not having money that makes a lot of things hard. But I didn’t ask about where he planned to get the money for the heater. I didn’t like what Jimmy was up to.

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