Her mother was from the country while her father was from the city. Her mother drove a car while her father rode a bicycle. Her mother had forty pairs of socks, at least, while her father never wore them, preferring instead to encase his bare feet in boots made from an experimental polymer. Her mother distrusted all official versions of events, up to and including the moon landing, instead insisting that a television crew had staged it in the rear parking lot of an Arizona shopping center, and that if you looked close you could see the awning of a Sears Roebuck in the background, and a stockboy underneath in the shadows enjoying a smoke that was “almost certainly a joint, and probably a sherm.” Her father laughed at that part, though he agreed that man had never been to the moon.
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