The end of my grandfather's life -- he died horribly, of blood poisoning, from a ferret bite -- cast a shadow backward over what had gone before . . .Referencing grandfather's death parenthetically like that reminds me of Nabokov's great:William Maxwell, "The Man in the Moon,"
in Billie Dyer and Other Stories, page 44
My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, . . .
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