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The Kimono | The New Yorker

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My mother’s fashion statement.

One evening not long ago, while I was walking down a set of stairs at the New York Public Library, it occurred to me, as it had on occasions in the past, that there are people in the world who believe in an afterlife, and people who don’t; and that Heaven and Hell—or whatever vague and nebulous realms exist (or don’t) beyond our con sciousness of them or our ability to comprehend their natures—may be populated, as it were, with the souls of those who, during their time among the living, fell into the first category, the category of people who believe. My mother, Louanne Antrim, trusted in…

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