They sleep in separate bedrooms. Even here where the living space is smaller than the maid’s quarters in Haiti, they don’t share a room. Father picks up extra cash driving Uncle Albert’s cab from ten at night till four in the morning. Father works the 12:00 to 8:00 PM shift as a doorman at the pink building on Lake Shore Drive. It takes him an hour to get home from work. He eats dinner in his room. He stays there until Uncle Albert honks for him to come down to take over his cab.
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“if the price for their beauty was subordination, my mother’s would accept nothing less than a man’s life. She was a novel beauty. Her country roots clashed with city slick– a skyscraper stacked in a field of flowers. “