And Another Thing.

On the rare occasions during my early teenage years when I found myself alone at home, I would get out my mother’s makeup. I kind of knew how to do it because I’d been in plays by that point. I was not so daring, or stupid, as to put on my mother’s clothes, but there was a sort of shimmery green bedspread that I liked to wrap around myself like a sarong.

I have to say at 13 I was kind of a pretty girl.