Not just the clanging of the dinner bell. Difficult as this is to forget. Or her shrill call. The walk-in-and-wander food pantry. None of this brings her back as clearly to me as that squint she had, sun or no. Nothing to do with light.
That narrowing of the eyes meant laughter, sadness, punishment, linoleum repairs, change the channel, chicken heads to be cut off, storm tomorrow, I had too many children, or most of all, most of all -- open yours as much as you can, while you can.