She took her out to dinner.
It took a while for my mother to admit to herself that my sister wasn't coming back.
I saw her kneeling on the floor behind one of the beds.
At age 14 my father impregnated me.
As we stood there in the foyer waiting for a table, I remember wishing she had worn a longer coat, something that would have covered her body.
And everywhere there were empty beer cans—in her closet, in her dresser drawers, under her bed.
She lay there floating in the tub for a long time.
Description: We stopped at an upscale restaurant that had lobster tanks set up out front.