Excerpts from Chapter 2 of Evergreen Uprooted
After walking past the kitchen, using the distant dimmed light from the
hallway to see, I would tiptoe on the squeaky hardwood floors until I
reached the cluttered boxes filled with second-hand clothing and all
sorts of junk mail. When I reached those boxes, I knew I was at the
living room. I would stand at the door of the living room, which had
been transformed into Mommy’s bedroom, and strain in the dark to see if
she was home. My eyes always landed on her dresser first. She had
enough medicine bottles on her dresser to supply a pediatric clinic.
She had albuterol, nebulizers, pain reliever and fever reducer,
amoxicillin, penicillin, calamine lotion, ringworm solution, chicken pox
medicine, corn starch, diaper-rash ointment, A&D ointment, and
empty methadone bottles that she had obtained from her drug rehab at the
Lee Building in Harlem, with a little bit of orange juice mixed with
methadone a
t the bottom. I have to admit I was often tempted to drink it, after being outside all day and having only water.
Her vanity display consisted of an eye-pencil, and a lipstick tube that
was always half empty because it served as her lipstick, blush, and eye
shadow. She used her pinky finger to dig it out. Next I would look at
her many pocketbooks, filled with old food-stamp book backs and empty
pill bottles. These hung down from the edge of the mirror that was
located in the middle of the dresser. Then I would notice that, as
usual, she wasn’t home.
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Her vanity display consisted of an eye-pencil, and a lipstick tube that was always half empty because it served as her lipstick, blush, and eye shadow. She used her pinky finger to dig it out. Next I would look at her many pocketbooks, filled with old food-stamp book backs and empty pill bottles. These hung down from the edge of the mirror that was located in the middle of the dresser. Then I would notice that, as usual, she wasn’t home.
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