The Way Memory Gets Shabby

In moving to Florida away from the father remarried to a gold-digger, C took custody of the white cat, then 20 years old who had been part of her adolescence in California.

Now still off the Atlantic, rumor telling of her bad divorce, sour in her despair, C has taken up the misanthropic tongue her father had, in his case when he drank, in her case when she witnesses her own hurt and exercises overly-forearmed defenses against any comment designed for sympathy but which she takes as shallow patronizing.

The money lost.  The old beaux.


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