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“I don’t remember my life before America anymore. Not really,” I tell Miss Mary.  “But dearheart,” she says, “you are still so young.” She thinks for a moment while I look down, trying to summon it, but it doesn’t come. Miss Mary has an idea and fetches an old photo album from the library. “Let’sContinue reading “Chapter 17: Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”

The boy tells me about his summer job, saying it’s been fun and the folks are real nice. I listen, and imagine what it must be like to have a manual-labouring job like that.  “You gotta let me do it soon,” he says, lying back in my room after we’ve laughed ourselves breathless about something.Continue reading “Chapter 16: My Babe”

It’s the summer when I turn sixteen.I haven’t been home since Christmas, and I haven’t seen very much of the boy since last summer’s tiff. We made up before I went back to school, he accepted my apology and the letter; we even went back to watching movies in the screening room, and to holdingContinue reading “Chapter 15: Home Is Where the Heart Is”

Everyone says I look great, that I have become more sophisticated and cool, that my new fashionable hair-do and subtle makeup suit me – that I look like a real lady now – not just plain old English as I did before.Mabel especially thinks it’s wild how much I have changed. “Let’s go shopping,” sheContinue reading “Chapter 14: The Lady is a Tramp”

“Where do you usually summer?” asks a man in his early thirties. He has a mess of sandy hair and a broad grin and has stopped to chat on the beach. He introduces himself to me as Jack. He looks familiar, though I can’t place him. I hesitate, half amused, half at a loss. IContinue reading “Chapter 13: Follow That Dream “

I’m out in New York City with Cary Grant, who confides that he’s lonely. I’ve come to the city with Tilly, though her parents have whisked her and her siblings away to a christening. Mr Grant, in town on movie-star business, has offered to take me out for dinner. We spend the afternoon strolling throughContinue reading “Chapter 12: Celluloid Heroes”

Somehow, I know deep in my heart that no one owns another person, that we belong to no one. But sometimes, if we’re lucky, we belong with somebody. The boy weeps when I share this philosophy. I think I’m being profound; he thinks I’m being callous. He truly believes we belong together, that we should,Continue reading “Chapter 11: True Love Travels on a Gravel Road”