Friday, June 20, 2008

69/365: K.R.

I really looked up to her for a while, mostly because we spent so much time in close proximity and she was older than me and used her allowance to buy all sorts of cool popular music. She had a temper that would flare up with a surprisingly small amount of harassment, which happened fairly often in her household. When pushed, her voice would ascend to a high-pitched, hysterical whine that would float above whatever conflict was happening below.

I've only seen her a few times over the past couple years, working a shift at the Zellers, and then the last time on the bus. She must have been going to an interview because she were all dressed up. The hem of her, unlined polyester suit blazer curled outward in the heat.x