Mom was sell­ing her house, the house we’d grown up in, me and my five sib­lings. The ceil­ing pan­el above the bar, two from the wall, was stuck in the alu­minum frame, as if some­one had glued it in place. ~I still had to deal with the ceil­ing pan­el with my fin­ger­holes in it. Flo and I picked up the dis­placed ceil­ing pan­el and worked to wedge it back into place, like push­ing against a full-blast fire­hose. As soon as Flo and I forced the ceil­ing pan­el back in place, the hell­ish fire hole was gone, all the mon­sters trapped on the oth­er side.