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“We are about 7 and 4. That’s my favorite dress. Blue and white checked with a white pique collar embroidered with cherries. The same dress I describe in my monologue about my 2nd grade teacher, “Tell Miss Sweeney, Goodbye.” (In which I imagine throwing myself in front of a moving bus to dramatize my crushed feelings following Miss Sweeney’s harsh rejection.)”
“We must be 11 and 8 or 12 and 9. I think about 12 because I started wearing babushkas about that time. My brother was such a sweet little boy. And I used him like a slave until he got wise to me and my ways.”
