absently she thinks of these people , and her eyes drifted up to the backside of this house they had claimed she and roger had taken the family photos of its prior inhabitants down and stuffed them in a hall closet , and knew nothing about whoever these people might have been and for some reason , the way the tiny sliver of isolated roof skirts the second floor windows , it reminded her of scotts bedroom , how he and james used to climb out onto the roof there and hang out for hours in the summertime , smoking and listening to the radio , how in time she came of age and joined them .