My grandfather was a man who owned a inordinate amount of inner violence, manifesting in a terror that plagued my family. when my grandmother was seven months pregnant with my mother, he took her out to dinner and excused himself to use the restroom, slipped out the front door, drove home and removed all of his belongings. when a taxi was finally sent to return her home, the only explanation given was a cryptic hateful message written on the vanity mirror in her lipstick and the absence of his belongings like the hole in a mouth where a rotten tooth once filled.