The clothes that mama always told me to hang up in the closet. The junk plied on my dresser , the old rag doll I could never beat to part with ; they were all gone . There was nothing left in my room. And there was nothing left in the rest of the house. The rugs and furniture were gone. The pictures and drapes were down, and the closets. And cupboards were empty. The house was like a gift box after the nice thing inside was gone : just a lot of nothingness