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lush grass of the playing field. I keep
driving. "You'd think they'd never seen one before,"
I say, accelerating.
Faith rolls down her window and stretches out
her hand. Then she waggles her fingers in front of
me. "Mommy!" she yells. "I touched it!"
Out of habit I look down. Her fingers are
spread and streaked with red and blue and lime
green. For a moment, my breath catches. And then
I remember her sitting on the floor of the living
room just an hour before, her fists full of
Magic Markers.

My mother's living room is dominated by an
unappealing Naugahyde sectional couch the
color of skin. I tried to talk her into leather,
a nice wing chair or two, but she laughed.
"Leather," she said, "is for goyim with
Mayflower names." After that, I gave up. In
the first place, I have a leather couch myself. In the
second, I married a goy with a Mayflower
name. At least she hasn't coated the
Naugahyde with a protective plastic wrap,
the way my grandmother Fanny did when I was little.
But today, walking into the living room, I do not
even notice the couch. "Wow, Grandma,"
whispers Faith, clearly awed. "Is someone in
it?" She falls to her knees, knocking at the
highly polished mahogany rectangle.
If things had gone according to plan, I'd
probably be choosing cantaloupes at that moment,
holding them to my nose for softness and sweetness,
or paying Mr. Li thirteen dollars and forty
cents, and receiving in return seven Brooks
Brothers shirts, so starched that they lay like the
torsos of fallen men in the back of the station
wagon. "Mother," I say, "why do you have a
casket in your living room?"
"It's not a casket, Mariah. See the
glass on the top? It's a coffin table."
"A coffin table."
My mother sets her coffee mug on the clear
plate of glass to prove her point. "See?"
"You have a coffin in your living room." I am
unable to get past that one sticking point.
She sits on the couch and props her sandaled
feet on the glass top. "Well, I know that,
honey. I picked it out."
I cradle my head in my hands. "You just went
to Dr. Feldman for your checkup. You know what