Revolution Is Not a Dinner Party

After the three janitors in the hospital were praised as the working class, they no longer had to do their work. Instead, they gave political lectures at meetings and oversaw the Revolution. Now it became Father's job to clean the whole hospital.

Each night, Father came home dirty and tired. When he walked in the door, I ran to fetch his slippers and set them in front of his chair. "Are you tired, Daddy?"