Talking w/My Favorite Aunt
Saturday, June 27th, 2009
“You know, I like pretty much everything you write.”
“Is that right? Pretty much, huh?”
“Well, there was one story of yours I read … ” She shakes her head. “I just didn’t understand it. It was about tacos or something … some girls took you to dinner … I just didn’t follow it.”
“Oh yeah, some friends of mine took me out on my birthday – with all that was going on, I wouldn’t have had a birthday last year if it wasn’t for them – and we went to Manny’s on Southwest Boulevard. They’re all really beautiful girls and when we pulled into the parking lot, some working guys in a window really took notice of them. They were staring and pointing. One of the girls who is really tiny but gorgeous stopped and stared back, then sort of jumped at them. When we got inside, they wouldn’t look at her. They wouldn’t say a word. Here was this itty-bitty thing, frail arms, purple high heels, and she’d beaten these guys back with a little body gesture. I thought it was a profound victory for her – an example that beauty can be a burden.”
“Yeah, I didn’t follow it. I like it better when you write about your kids.”
