THE TEMPORARY HOUSE Grandmother and I moved for several months to a house that was in the center of town. She had bought it for next to nothing from a family that needed money to leave the country in a hurry. She was fixing it up, little by little, in order to resell it and make a bit of money. Grandfather had committed another one of his unforgiveable acts, appearing drunk one sticky, rainy morning, half naked, stinking, and smeared all over with red lipstick. Disgust