NOVEMBER 19, 1934
AFTER GETTING FIRED up like that, I really needed some electroshock. I felt worse than I did the first night after I was brought across. I felt like I could barely move. I used the trick Lazar had taught me about ripping out a lamp cord.
Alcibé chastised me for ruining a perfectly good lamp. He nagged me like every good wife should. “And by the way, you could’ve given me some protection before we went in there.”
“You wanted a rubber, you dirty old sailor?” I said. “What would you have done with it? Stuck it on your ear?”
“You had a welder’s mask!” he said. “I could’ve been put down.”
“Put down,” I said. “That’s such a nasty term. Sounds like you’re euthanizing a dog. I wish we could come up with a better word for it.”
“Well, it’s better than your childish ‘double do
