The house was so dark during those long winter evenings without electricity. You and I did our homework by the light of a hurricane lamp and the weak beams of setting sun that managed to crawl through the dining room window. The kitchen, with no windows except one over the sink that inexplicably opened into the closed garage like a trap, was hard to navigate. We needed a flashlight, do you remember? I was in fourth grade, which would have put you in seventh. Now, that seems so young.
