Somedays it's different. I catch
Neil Williams, who does not love me, in a headlock and I don't let
go. I'm sorry, but I can't help myself.
"It's very unladylike. You will
never be married" my teacher says, pausing after each word.
I tell her "I can be anything I want to be. You'll never be anything
more than you are now. I don't know who could ever really love you."
Why not? At 11 I'm very melodramatic. I can say anything. Besides, isn't
that what she said to me?