Linda already owned the mean son-of-a-bitch when she bought us. She named me Roy and Sigfreid Sigfreid. Right away I knew this was a problem because I should have gotten the name Sigfreid because I can remember two syllables. I am very smart. But I accepted it. I don't even know what the mean son-of-a-bitch was named. The tank's on a table. There's a kitchen, a main room with a television set and a mattress, and a bathroom. All I can see of the bathroom is the mirror and sink and the brown waterstain above the mirror. With lipstick Linda drew a tutu and some ballet shoes to make the waterstain look like it's dancing. Linda always wears lipstick. After the son-of-a-bitch died I started to wonder where you go when you die. I looked at the dancing water stain for answers. How far back does her memory go? How far does time stretch? I wondered these things and started to pay attention to Linda and that is how I started to love her.

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their names... I am very smart... but I accepted it... matress kitchen brown waterstain mirror lipstick tutu... where you go when you die... that's how I started to love her...