The Room My Father Built
Four seconds.
Maybe five.
I did not close my eyes.
I have thought about that a lot.
Every instinct says close your eyes and I did not, and the reason is that I was looking at his boots and I had decided — in a completely flat, practical part of my mind that I did not know I had — that if he moved that armoire I was going to need to know which way he was standing.
The beam went off.
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