Where There's Smoke...: Musings Of A Cigarette Smoking Man, A Memoir - Plot & Excerpts
Toronto, well southern Ontario, has always seemed like home even though I haven’t lived there for much of my adult life. Francine and I settled full time into the house I had originally rented with Judith. My mother’s needs for her room in the house were fading as age was affecting both her and her consort. And before too long her room was occupied by Melinda, our first child. Well, that’s not true exactly. The room contained her crib, playpen, and other paraphernalia of a young child’s life. It just never contained the child. Melinda at age nothing had the good sense to realize that her needs would be best served by being with her adults at all times. And her adults, influenced by books like The Primal Scream and dreading the sound of her crying, accepted her judgement. Melinda moved into our bed and before long I moved into her room, a state of affairs that lasted for several years. Melinda was always remarkably clingy as an infant and toddler. Francine and a friend with a child the same age would sometimes shop together, and while Melinda clung to Francine’s leg the other child would race off and disappear into the store.
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