"There's one memory I'm curious about. I'm not really sure if it's a memory, or a dream, or if I just made it all up."
It was the last time we played together as friends.
We were in the basement, and we were playing a game with the lamp shades on our heads,
pretending we were Chinese coolies—jumping up and down on an old mattress.
You were seven or eight, I think, and I was about thirteen.
And, as I recall, you bounced off the mattress and hit your head against the wall.
It wasn't very hard—just a bump—but Mom and Dad came running down because you were screaming, and you said I was trying to kill you.
"She blamed Matt for not watching me, for leaving us alone together, and she beat me with a strap until I was nearly unconscious."
"Do you remember it? Did it really happen that way?"
Norma was fascinated by my description of the memory, as if it awakened sleeping images.
"It's all so vague. You know, I thought that was my dream."
"I remember us wearing the lampshades, and jumping up and down on the mattresses."
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