PERSONAL ACCOUNTS Joa Dipton On Going Home re, My brother ge isthe classic betrayalwide engendered sry cupboard, | a drawer, and I spread the contents on the bed. 4 mer I was seventeen. A let sjection from The Ni of the site for a shopping center my father did not cabbage roses lution ynd-painted in 1900. Nor is there any a around from Ti of news of what by now seems to me as seen, letters which require att izgests uneasily that I get out, drive to San ard: I rive across the river to a fa | Western station. Later Js. The man who euns his cat lay, and although I know that I will be in Los Ange y talks, that tion the broken monuments in the graveyard. My mother shrugs. 1 go to visit my great-aunts. A few of them think now that in anecdote abs party: a white cake, strawber ipagne saved from another party. In the eve- shame Comm OME AGAIN 3 ning, after she has gone to sleep, I kn where it is pressed against the slats, unprepared fi promise her that she will grow up with a sense o imother’s teacups, would like t ‘ombed, woul that, I give her a xylophone and a sundress from o tell her a Funny story. The Norton Re Questions 1. Joan speaks ‘engendered by meeting. ne as “paralyzed by 1° past at every turn’ (paragraph 3). What ab paragraph 3), and the members (for examph Didion's use of Cnaaenar Lee Coming Home Again NEN MY MOTHER began using the electronic pump we moved het