Chapter 27 This Point

• I spent nearly two hours hiding and crying in the bathtub before finally getting my shit together enough to go to my own brother's funeral.
• So something about getting this moment in complete seclusion, away from the room I shared with three others, in the one room that was ruled as a one-person-only room, it was easily my favorite place in the house.
• I'd do my homework in the bathtub, I wrote my first love letter in the bathtub and reminisced about my day in the tub. Even once I moved out and didn't need to go to the bathroom for privacy, I still took refuge there when upset. When my first report was turned down, I cried in the bathtub. And then again, when my first report was printed I ran to the same place. My first heartbreak, bathtub.