I was twenty then — old enough to find out how he did it. ”She describes in depth in this quote how her father killed himself, almost as if it were yesterday. But she said before, “My father had been dead for fourteen years.” (pg 170). The way it is shaped with such detail expresses the emotional toll that this event caused on her, specifying details like his exact outfit, how he aimed the gun, and even why he aimed the gun in the way he did. The way she details it assembles like she is going over the scenario in her head, haunting her past, present, and future. The last quote I chose is “The sign was a tall billboard, black and white, that advertised my father’s dance studio. The studio had been closed for the years and the building it had been in was gone. The sign showed a man in a tuxedo waltzing with a woman in an evening gown. I was always sure it was a waltz. The dancers were nearly two stories high, and the weather had bleached them into phantoms. The lettering — the name of the studio, my father's name — had disappeared.” (Pg.
I was twenty then — old enough to find out how he did it. ”She describes in depth in this quote how her father killed himself, almost as if it were yesterday. But she said before, “My father had been dead for fourteen years.” (pg 170). The way it is shaped with such detail expresses the emotional toll that this event caused on her, specifying details like his exact outfit, how he aimed the gun, and even why he aimed the gun in the way he did. The way she details it assembles like she is going over the scenario in her head, haunting her past, present, and future. The last quote I chose is “The sign was a tall billboard, black and white, that advertised my father’s dance studio. The studio had been closed for the years and the building it had been in was gone. The sign showed a man in a tuxedo waltzing with a woman in an evening gown. I was always sure it was a waltz. The dancers were nearly two stories high, and the weather had bleached them into phantoms. The lettering — the name of the studio, my father's name — had disappeared.” (Pg.