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Show in my father's house/ 56 out of the oven five minutes ago!" In the rush of turning out the steaming bread and preparing supper, my questions about the marriages of my mother and Aunt Helga waited for a time. But only for a time. I longed to know which of the two had married my father first, perhaps because my father and other members of the family often treated them as a single entity. When my father gave books to each of the other mothers, he usually gave a single volume to 'My Twins.' When grocery allowances were distributed, my mother and Aunt Helga shared their allotment. And while each of the other mothers had her own quarters, Aunt Helga and my mother.shared the grey house and, consequently, all their mornings and evenings with my father, One anniversary, my father whimsically took my mother to see five different features in three movie houses. They arrived home at four in the morning to be greeted by Aunt Helga's tormented face. "Where have you been?" she demanded. "I've been out of my mind with worry!" When making decisions, such as who would have how many bushels of pears for canning, Aunt Helga spoke up for herself and my mother. And although my mother did the bulk of cooking, cleaning, and child-tending while Aunt Helga worked at my father's office, the two of them went grocery-shopping the same morning every week throughout their lives, Aunt Helga driving them in the green Hudson. My mother didn't bother to get a |