Only Annabelle’s room is clean, but she keeps it that way by exercising a calming, obsessive ritual of prowling the exterior walls searching for potential maternal stashes. Her older brother’s room is stacked with exercise equipment and paint cans. The stuff is piled everywhere in the white family’s house: old milk bottles, stacked by long-ago expiration dates egg cartons ceiling-high piles of newspapers sorted by weather forecasts and broken toys in huge mounds in Annabelle’s 10-year-old sister Leslie’s room. “It’s like trying to save the Titanic by bailing water with a teaspoon.” That’s how Annabelle regards her life ever since her mother’s hoarding took over the house and her father left.
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