My mother never talked about her work at home.
This is the first thing you need to understand, because it explains almost everything else — the secondhand sneakers, the quiet, the keeping my head down, the way I had learned to exist in rooms without taking up too much space. My mother was not home very much, and when she was, she was not a person who brought her work through the door with her. She left it somewhere between the base and our front step, deliberately, and
