Mom's stomach had a bigger paunch. She dressed up to go to dinner in the North End with Anthony or Tony or Love or Cantonese or whatever. She had a lot of eye makeup and a tight yellow cable knit sweater.
I stayed up late, alone in the apartment. When my sister fell asleep, I could watch Mystery Science Theater 3000 and The Twilight Zone. It was too late to mess with the Nintendo, all of the resetting and refreshing and breathing and trying to get it to work.
I fell asleep in the musty old armchair with the TV on.