He could wear a mask but he still needed eyeholes.
Those bright blue eyes were staring right through me, as
empty as the night he told me we were quits. I was just a
sophomore. I was pretty then, with long flowing hair I
bothered to wash every night and a joyous, carefree
smile. My teeth were perfect. I guess I was young for my
age. Or immature. He was the first boy I slept with, and
the last I enjoyed sleeping with. He knew who I was, all
right. His eyes took on that same taunting look they had
when he began to pass me around to his buddies. They say
now it was just about money. They say he pulled a gun on
me, but he didn't need a gun.
Friday Night at
Because Ames has closed, Caldor has closed, and Sears is
so family friendly there's a shrieking brat in every
aisle, she's begun to spend her Friday nights at Walmart.
Men working in the factories have just been paid. Some
head for the nearest bar, some head home to their
families. There's a bowling alley, a gas station, a race
track closed for the season. And then there's Walmart.
Greeted at the door by a smiling senior. She chooses one
of the smaller shopping carts, since her breasts are
large and she wants to offset them, not hide them. She
walks slowly through the Lingerie aisle, comparing her
makeup and hair to that of other women, which always
builds up her self-confidence. She walks hurriedly past
Jewelry and over to Sporting Goods. Bad move. So many men
hanging out with men here that she expects one to give a
catcall as she passes. She quickens her pace, bends over
the shopping cart, hiding her breasts a bit. She heads
for Hardware next, then Housewares just beyond it. The
men here, she knows, will want to settle down. Some of
them might even cook a bit.
The Westchester Cat
The Westchester Cat Show lasts all weekend.
Cats parading, strutting, fluffing their tails up,
holding in manicured claws. At three o'clock on Saturday
every cat will return to its cage or cushion. Owners will
bow their heads. There will be a moment's silence,
commemorating Ginny, the schnauzer-Siberian husky mongrel
named Cat of the Year in 1998. Cat owners from Long
Island will share memories of cats Ginny risked her life
to rescue. Most of those cats have passed away now, but
people will take time to remember them as well. They will
stroke the heads of the cats beside them, maybe remember
a dog they had in childhood, a hunting dog who'd tunnel
under the fence and prowl the neighborhood.