I watched one of those old movies the other day—you know, from when nobody wore masks. It was a little disturbing to see all those naked mouths, and sometimes it was tricky to tell what was going on ... [+]
When she remembers visiting Dad in his high-rise building each holidays, she thinks about how walking down Adelaide Terrace felt like walking through a canyon; how she was small anyway, but felt miniscule; and how when they hopped in the lift, the carpet always smelled strange, as if no amount of cleaning could erase the number of feet that had trodden on it over the years. The receptionist would greet them, making a fuss because she only saw the children (at most) four times a year. Dad's was the corner office, looking out over the river and the big green parks surrounded by cars, and som