Above me soft footsteps, the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem, blows ghosts to the darkness, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Lynda BarryAbout author
- Author's profession: Cartoonist
- Nationality: american
- Born: January 2, 1956
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