![]() ![]() It's like leaving the Crips for the Bloods. It's like the opposite of the Welcome Wagon. Nobody moves away from Win- nipeg, especially to Toronto, and escapes condemnation. ![]() Janice turns to look at me with some kind of look, I don't know, and I feel the need to apologize. And isn't it great to see Yolandi? You must miss her now that she's not in Winnipeg. ![]() Was it good seeing Nic and your mother? asks Janice. Well, it's called self-ridicule, whispers Elf, but so quietly that Janice doesn't hear it. So we can safely say you are not ridiculous, Elfrieda. Neither am I, says a voice unexpectedly from behind the curtain, her roommate. She means ridiculous.Įlfrieda, you're not being ridiculed, okay? says Janice. Her green eyes are replicas of my father's, spooky and beautiful and unprotected from the raw bloodiness of the world. If I squint across the room at Elf I can change her eyes into dark forests and her lashes into tangled branches. How are you feeling right now? Janice is saying. You could throw it into a fast river and dive for it. I guess you could choke on a ring if you decided to swallow it, or pound it against your head for several weeks non-stop until you did some damage. Elf has beautiful hands, not ravaged by time or sun because she doesn't go out much. ![]()
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