Nothing like the damp green mosses (floating like sponges under her sneakers) grew in the yards of Septemberclaver that -- in accordance with the lawn ordinances -- were mowed every Saturday.

Women who disobeyed the Septemberclaver ordinances were no longer expelled the way Dolorie had been. Was Dolorie, who was her maternal great-grandmother, buried in the mound behind the foundation where her three-dimensional specter was generated? She wished she had time to disarm the system that made the image (seen since childhood on her Mother's dressing table) so terrible.