Tuesday, July 22, 2008

#7

Her father never beat her and her mother never drank. She got along with her brother, 7 years her senior, too much older to be close, not old enough to be estranged. Generally, her sunny attitude was genuine.
There was nothing, really, to blame it on. She didn't feel inadequate; she never read those skinny-model magazines, her grades were slightly above average. She wasn't great enough to feel any pressure, not poor enough to get attention.
She sought out those with problems, tried to blend in as one of them at any meeting she could find. AA, cancer survivor support groups, she drank coffee with the insomniacs and waved hello to the bulimics.
Her only vice was that she had no vices.

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