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First published in the United States in 2017 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Copyright © 2017 by Michael Frank
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Version: 2018-04-27
To my parents and (how not?) my aunt
and in memory of my uncle
Omnia mutantur, nihil interit.
(Everything changes, nothing is lost.)
—Ovid, Metamorphoses
Contents
5. My Uncle’s Closet (in My Aunt’s House)
“My feeling for Mike is something out of the ordinary,” I overhear my aunt say to my mother one day when I am eight years old. “It’s stronger than I am. I cannot explain it. He’s simply the most marvelous child I have ever known, and I love him beyond life itself.”
Beyond life itself. At first I feel lucky to be so cherished, singled out to receive a love that is so vast … but then I stop to think about it. I am not sure what it means, really, to be loved beyond life itself.
Do I love my own mother that way? Does she me? Is such a thing even possible?
And why me and not my two younger brothers? What do I have that they do not?
“I wish he were mine,” my aunt blurts after a moment.
From where I am crouching on the stairs in the entry hall, I can feel the weather in the room change. A long, tense pause opens up between the two women. I hear them breathing, back and forth, into that pause.
They are sitting at right angles to each other, I know, my aunt on the sofa, my mother in the chair next to it. This is how they always sit in our living room, not face-to-face but perpendicular, so that they don’t have to make eye contact if they don’t want to.