When
Witchiepoo moved away, my one
intellectual friend was gone. Lee was smart, but she only really wanted to
talk about boys. Where they lived, what they wore, how much they liked her, how much money they had, what they did for a living, what they majored in, and how to acquire them. Witchiepoo was uninterested in this. She had a
good boyfriend, good taste in music, and other
good friends. When Witchiepoo moved out of Lee's parents' house, Lee stored her personal belongings until Witchiepoo could come get them. Instead of simply
storing the items until Witchiepoo asked for them, she held a
garage sale of her belongings. That is a story for
Witchiepoo to tell.
Once she was gone, however, there was another
garage sale of sorts. This one held no
prices, and was just the process of Lee discarding her feelings. They would be cast off here and there, in dusty corners
like a snake would shed its skin.
"You know, I'm glad
she's gone, she was such an
intellectual snob."
"She always thought she was
better than everyone else".
"Her writing wasn't that good."
I think this was Lee's way of rewriting the past to
fit her needs.
Lee Stories