Living under my bed for almost two decades was a real live alliga-

tor. Having an alligator was not an uncommon thing in mid-century

America as many alligators made their way to other states as Florida

souvenirs. The difference was my mother never flushed hers down

the toilet or donated the creature to a zoo. My childhood friends

still remember my mother as fabulous and eccentric. With no other

explanation as to her odd behavior, I believed this too. I also believed she

was an orphan, my stepfather was my father and I was ugly and boring

and that she might someday kill me.

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