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window of the model car on the seat next to me. I
braced myself.

The dynamites all blew at once, and I saw stars:
cartoon stars and wacky spirals. When the dust
settled, I was back where I'd started, at the crazed
white plastic steering wheel of my Buick in the
Softech parking lot. A square of sunlight lay on
my lap, heavy and insistent. I turned the ignition
to ON and fired up the big V-8.

2

My American Home

WHEN I pulled into the driveway, my two-year-
old daughter Serena was out in the front
yard flailing at something with my fishing rod. She
was holding the rod by the tip and slamming the reel
down on the ground.

"Dada!" she cried. "Wiggle whack crawly bug!"
Something moved in the grass, and Serena whipped
my rod back for a real knockout punch. The fiber-
glass snapped, and the piece with the reel flew
over to crash on my Buick's shiny hood.

I got out of the car and tried to just walk on past
her. I was definitely ripe for my Friday-afternoon
beer. But Serena was too fast for me. She put
herself between me and the house.

"Bad crawly bug!" She pointed with the tip of
my broken rod. "Try bite Serena!"

I gave a heavy sigh and went over to look. Se-

rena was hell on insects. A badly mashed stag
beetle was lying in the grass. I was relieved that it
wasn't a little Harry.

"Where's Mommy, Serena?"

"Mama lie down."

"Were you a good girl today?"

"Babby bite." She held out her hand to show me
a tiny cut on her forefinger.