It was the line that explained the whole post!
And I wonder why agents and publishing people (whatever that means) aren’t clamoring at my doorstep? Which they wouldn’t as I live in a small tea party coastal city in South Carolina.
I feel like the foreign exchange student who people think has gold attached to my clothes—and they ripped apart the outer coat, took the gold and all that’s left is a bit of silver.
My street was supposed to have been paved last year. It’s become a major street with traffic zooming at all hours. I live in the center of a court so I’m protected from some of the noise but I walk a lot. Meanwhile the city’s building a walking field across the highway where people will have to drive to walk. And nobody sees anything wrong with that. Enough complaining.
The line? Oh yes the line I forgot: My father said: what happened to the concerned, caring compassionate girl you used to be? Now, now—you’re boy crazy. Just crazy about boys.
And I was.