"To resolve the breach with Sally, Don takes his children to Hershey, Pennsylvania on Thanksgiving and shows them the Victorian house, once a brothel, where Don lived after his father died. When Don parks, Bobby looks around in confusion, “This is a bad neighborhood.” They cross the street and stand before a decrepit house with peeling white paint, which looms above on a small rise. “This is where I grew up,” Don tells them. Sally turns to her father with the skeptical look she so often turns on adults; he meets her gaze and offers no more explanation. Style rather than knowledge bridges the gap between an incommensurate past and future...The image of the house, obsolete among the surrounding apartment buildings, speaks to the past as in some sense beyond knowing. Sally, our gothic heroine, feels that gap; she repeatedly confronts the fear her father’s haunting entails and its inscription in the quotidian world that surrounds her. The tableau of Don and his children before the house, like the family gathering Grandma Ida’s visit produces, is haunted by racial difference as its enabling structure. Looking at the house where their father grew up, the children, and the audience with them, confront a complex temporality: the present search for a past futurity... Don tells his children no stories of his past. In taking them back to where he grew up without offering the comfort of proper perspective, he bequeaths them a properly haunted future."
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