my darling Valentinepublished: 2013-02-13
Outside the department store, two girls discuss what else they’re going to buy. They are at that age between child and adolescent, when bodies have suddenly grown boobs, shoulders are slumped, hair is greasy and faces are pale. Their eyes turn inward as opposed to nd away.
One of them says, “we both bought the same card, so whatever we buy next has to be different.”
I ask whether they’re in love. They look at me with no particular expression on their faces and candidly state that no, they are giving the cards to themselves. They’ll put them in their own lockers and it will look like someone had sent it to them. Just in case.