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LORIMER STREET was more refined than Bogart Street. It was peopled by letter carriers, firemen and those store owners who were affluent enough not to have to live in the rooms in back of the store.
The flat had a bathroom. The tub was an oblong wooden box lined with zinc. Francie couldn't get over the wonder of it when it was filled with water. It was the largest body of water she had seen up to that time. To her baby eyes, it seemed like an ocean.