Ma watched him pull his head back and start laughing. The car got fixed, and the next thing my grandma knew was that her daughter seemed to be always getting into that car or getting out of it. Finally, my grandma signed the papers and Ma and Arnie were married. In four months, Arnie was in the Merchant Marines, halfway around the world. Ma carried all his letters in her bathrobe[浴衣]. She cried that she couldn't hold onto the calls like she could the letters. After about a year, her bathrobe pockets went back to just lint[线头] and tissues, and in no time at all, the divorce was finalized.
Number Two was Claude, who became the father of Ma's first child. The others followed so fast it was like they were all lined up inside her, waiting. I belong to Number Three, although by the time I was born, Number Three was long gone. Numbers Four and Five added a few more towns and houses of their own. After a while, I lost count of all the places we lived.