My mom has a magnetic force around her. Rootless things fly through the air toward her and land at her feet. Five husbands did, one right after the other. She was 15 years old when Number One appeared. There's only one photo of her from back then. She's got one foot up on the running board of an old pickup truck. She's got a hand up like she's trying to shield[遮蔽] her eyes. She looks like she's seeing something off in the distance, something that's better than anything within reach.
The day she met Arnie, Number One, was one of those days when you swear you can reach out and grab a handful of air, all hot and thick and going nowhere. Arnie's car broke down on the road that ran alongside the trailer[拖车] park, just as Ma and her mom were coming back from the store, each carrying a bag of groceries[杂货]. Arnie stood frowning into his engine, looked up as the women passed and asked the distance to the nearest gas station or garage. According to Ma, he got as far as “Hey ladies, can you tell me how far it is?” and Ma, full of too much humidity[潮湿] and boredom, shot back, “Too far for those fancy shoes to carry you.”