Fern sent me this for the page 23 game...thanks, Fern!
...and I knew then that I wanted to be his girlfriend so I stopped talking
for a while and tried to act demure by keeping my lips a certain way.
Be mysterious I told myself. I'd been going after that
laughing-on-the-outside, cyrying-on-the-inside look for a while. It all had
to do with the eyes and the mouth and certain pauses in your speech. It's
kind of tragic and romantic. I wasn't very good at it but I liked the
bullshit bravado of it, you know, the "effort" of trying to cover something
up and show it at the same time.
from a complicated kindness by Miriam Toews
