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Finally, 3:30 rolled around. No one came.
:(
No. She would not say it. If she said it, then she was agreeing this was fine, that it was okay for a weird person she did not know to give her a Bible.
She could decide how she was going to be. She had a choice. Life could be an endless series of joyless chores, or she could get totally pumped and make it fun. There were bad things, and there were good things, but she got to choose which things to focus on.
“DBNQ,” Abby replied. It was their shorthand for “I love you.” Dearly But Not Queerly.
Where everyone was desperate to be an individual, but they all were terrified to stand out.
Gretchen kept her sleeves rolled down no matter how warm the weather was. Some mornings she showed up with filthy Band-Aids on her fingertips. Her breath got worse. Her tongue became coated in a thick white film. The crimping had turned her hair into a frizzy nest barely controlled by a scrunchie, and her lips were always chapped.
Thursday was Slave Day.
MA'AM.
Five years later, Slave Day was gone as if it had never existed, but in 1988 no one dreamed that it could possibly be offensive. It was a tradition.
Oh ok.
Rushed letters were written upside down so that the words faced her. not me not me help me not me
Margaret had eaten tapeworm eggs. A lot of them. It was a common weight loss scheme. Advertisements in the backs of magazines called them a “fast and natural solution to your slimming needs.”
geeze
“I’m sick and tired of people telling me what I don’t understand,”
The year she landed her first real job, she got the call everyone gets twice in their lives,
The devil is loud and brash and full of drama. God, he’s like a sparrow.”
“They dock my pay if my students drown.
There was no falling-out, no great tragedy, just a hundred thousand trivial moments they didn’t share, each one an inch of distance between them, and eventually those inches added up to miles.
although those inches may add up to miles, sometimes those miles were only inches after all.
Abby Rivers and Gretchen Lang were best friends, on and off, for seventy-five years, and there aren’t many people who can say that.
