Thursday, September 17, 2009

Girl with a waist

Gathered with family(--always an unfortunate event). A cousin is running the show and watching cooks in a boxy kitchen get the food prepared. She talks to me while she works, telling me about her new name and tiny waist. I listen-- only half interested. She asks me to go into her purse to get something and I find her driver's license and a piece of cardboard -- she quickly makes her way to me and grabs both her license and the cardboard. I ask if she changed her license and she says "yes, see?" she holds her license up to me so that I can see her picture, but places her index finger over her last name. I think that strange. Also, in the picture she is absolutely washed out--she looks like she drank bleach, or at the very least took a swim in some chemical that stole all of the color from her hair, eyes, skin. I don't recognize her. She moves away from me as if she just realized she doesn't recognize me either.

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