It was not normal, but surreal not humdrum, but filled with event not ordinary, but bizarre. The family was not the firm foundation upon which society rested, but stood at the dark chaotic heart of everything that ailed us. More typically, all hell was breaking loose, as people dealt with their angry fathers, drunken mothers, resentful siblings, mad aunts, lecherous uncles and crumbling grandparents. But everyone secretly knew that behind that door things were rarely humdrum. “People retreated behind their front doors into the hidden zone of their private, family worlds and when outsiders asked how things were they answered, Oh, everything’s going along just fine, not much to report, situation normal.
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