[Girls of the Banned Book Club]
She ran towards me - smiling - that was when I knew she got it. She opened her backpack and showed me this vacuumed plastic bag of light yellowish-white powder, supposedly enough poison to take down an entire circus.
I'd wanted to say I'm so proud of you, love but figured it wasn't actually the appropriate occasion. Still, I'd underestimated her resourcefulness, or should I say, determination?
At least it isn't rat poison, I said. She smiled again, "at least I'm not jumping from the 30th floor of that building."
That cursed building in J***** V*****, no, never - you deserve better, I said.
"He deserves better..." she started again, before I could interrupt her, she reaches for her phone. She still had his picture as the wallpaper.
No, I said, this has never been about any guy...
"Perhaps in the next life..." she sighed.
No, you pathetic stupid bitch - I hadn't said that out loud but that's what he would say to her, to us. If there was any regret from my part, it would be getting her all those books that she asked for.
"Do you remember Edie?" she asked. Edie who? I replied. Then we both laughed - that was what Warhol said when he learnt that she'd passed. She was 28.
