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Other People's Houses

アーティスト:Paul Kelly 

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His mother always let him stay up late on Fridays. They would lie in her room together watching TV. Sometimes she fell asleep before he did and he'd be watching a talk show - one person talking, then another, then all this laughter coming from nowhere. Next thing he knew she would be shaking hime gently. 'Wake up little one, wake up'. Saturday morning. So he'd get up, dress himself, put his shoes on and leave the house without breakfast. Breakfast always came later in other people's houses. They had to catch two buses to reach their destination and the trip seemed to take forever unless he fell asleep along the way. When they got off at their stop they were in a bigger, brighter neighbourhood. The houses were a long was back from the street and some of them were hidden from view by big hedges. Looking down the street was like looking through the wrong end of a telescope. His mother guided him through this country. She knew exactly where to go. She carried in her bag a big, heavy ring full of keys - all keys to other people's houses. She would turn one of the keys in the lock. Some of the doors needed two keys. Then presto, they were in. The houses had so many things in them yet still so much space. He like to rub his feet quickly on the thick pile then touch a door knob with one finger and give himself a small electric shock. In the first house they always went straight to the refrigerator. There were things in there he couldn't imagine anyone ever eating - strange looking pastes in jars and horrible concoctions in plastic. His mother would sit him down with a jam sandwich and a glass of milk, then set to work cleaning other people's houses. And so they would go all day


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