December 26, 2003
The one and only time Marla went ice-skating was when she was eight, and her mother and stepfather-to-be dragged her to the rink along with her brother and sister. She couldn't understand why everyone was so eager to be cold. And so willing to fall down. But she went anyway. She had no choice. So she was cold and fell down. Some random kid ran over her left hand with his skate, completely severing it from her arm. But she knew big girls didn't cry, so she flung it over the fence and stuck her handless arm in her pocket.