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times. People say, 'I told myself this,' or 'This voice inside my head said that.' Plenty<br />
people talk to themselves when they're sad or lonely or generally bummed out. God, I<br />
hear voices too, when I'm dead tired. I swear I do. Other people do too. Does this mean<br />
they're schizo? Do I look schizo to you?<br />
All those people are not me, she says.<br />
Back in her room, Sandy hovers over her plywood dresser drawer. I<br />
smell Autumn through the dried flowers that make a halo around her bedside.<br />
The yellow daffodils from last Sunday have not fared well. All of them are<br />
droopy and bent like sad old people.<br />
Sandy holds up this silver-gray material that is folded into a nearly<br />
perfect square. I unfold the square and it turns into a sleeveless sundress. It is<br />
unassumingly simple yet gracefully cut. I like it. It's nice, I say. Whose is it?<br />
It's mine. I bought it for five dollars. I think it's real silk.<br />
I check the label. Says 71% rayon and 29% acetate, whatever that is.<br />
Sandy pats the hem of the dress. When I get out I'm going to Jenny<br />
Craig. I'm going to try really hard this time.<br />
I hold up the dress before me in the closet mirror. The length is in good<br />
taste too, I think, not quite a mini but not stingy about showing some legs.<br />
I have a birthmark the size of a nursing mother's nipples on one of my<br />
legs, right where the knee joins the calf. The crimson shade has faded over the<br />
years, but in grade school, it was there, on my calf, like a blotch of fresh red<br />
paint. The more brazen boys would tease, "Why you have a chi-chi on your<br />
leg?" Then this caught fire and by the second grade, I became the "chi-chi girl."<br />
I avoided dresses and never ever wore shorts. When school let out, I<br />
would often sit in the corner of the black playground watching my sister play<br />
tether ball or hand ball. Unlike me, Sandy was athletic and quick with her<br />
hands and legs. I remember this one dress, this royal blue dress she wore all the<br />
time. The fabric was soft, softer than this 71% rayon sundress. It was like touching<br />
the smooth back of a kitten. You could just see the softness even without touch<br />
ing it, like knowing a kitten feels soft just by looking at it. I want to say it was<br />
made of satin, this dress, but this is probably not true since our parents were<br />
poor.<br />
The great thing was, my sister wasn't trapped in that dress. She moved<br />
in that dress. No, she made that dress move. She made that dress jump with one<br />
smooth stroke of her hand. The tetherball spun out of control like a crazy<br />
yellow planet and her opponent knew, even before the stringed ball went all the<br />
way around the pole that he was history. Sometimes she was so high in the air<br />
her underwear would show a crack. But she never minded this so long as she<br />
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