On Tuesdays Allison's husband comes home late from band practice because that's the night he plays dominoes. And then Allison, who is young but is getting old from leaning out the window so much, gets locked inside all day because her husband is afraid she will run away because she's too beautiful to look at.

Allison leans out the window and leans on her elbow and dreams her hair is like Rapunzel's. She would grow her hair really long and grab a tree branch with it so she could get out, but every day her husband sprays her with ultra deluxe hold hairspray. On the next block is music from the bar, and she wishes she could go their and play her bass guitar.

A long time passes and me, Granite, and Axel forget she is there watching us until she says: Kids, if I give you money, will you go to the corner store and buy me something? She throws a crumples $1 bill down and always asks for a coconut or papaya juice bottle. We would send it up to her in a paper shopping bag she lets down with a clothesline.

Allison who drink coconut and papaya on Tuesdays, who wishes she was someone else, who wishes she was somewhere else.