Contributor: Carly Berg
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I wasn’t allowed in my friend Journey’s house because my parents thought the Hoolihans
were trash. They had six kids, and two of their girls had kids of their own. They all crammed into an old rent house. Her parents were always drunk and out of everything they needed. It was the
funnest place in the world, though.
Dad said, “An orchid will not bloom in a garbage dump, Susan.” Mom said, “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want people to think you’re a tramp?” Even Miss. Selena, our maid, tsk-tsked at me.
To other people my mom was tinkly and gay and we laughed
ourselves sick listening to her on the phone. “She is tinkling!” I tittered. “She is gay!” Journey screeched. Well, that made me a little mad,
that’s my mother.
Miss Zita closed her window when we stopped at her magazine stand after school, ever...
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Carly Berg
