February 28, 2007
Claudia chewed her lower lip and ran the water hard while finishing up the potatoes. She made like I wasn’t there while she cut them and set a pot to boil on the match-ignited stove. She was always naïve like that. She always seemed to ignore the arguments and hardship. She ignored a lot of things. I always wondered if that was privilege to her youth, though she was only two years younger. Somehow those two years made a huge difference. No one bothered her with rules. Our parents weren’t constantly interrogating her about where she’d been and who with.