“Some people are afraid of the storm,” MiMi had said, walking up beside me. “I’m not,” I’d said defensively, still resentful of her. Of this boondocks place. Of being separated from Iris. Of being exiled from all that was familiar to a place and with a woman I didn’t know. “Of course, you aren’t afraid of the storm,” MiMi had said with a smile. “You are the storm.”
Love her relationship with Mimi
