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All alone. My only companions were my glorious
records and the bright stars against the velvet of the
Oklahoma sky. I didn’t know who, what, or why, but I had
to be on my balcony dancing, hearing music, and longing
for something. I felt compelled to be enveloped in that
classical space and my longings focused upon a definite
person... I just didn’t know who. I had the most terrible
adolescent longing for love so I focused that love on the
stars.
Both my Mother and my Father asked me privately why
I stayed in my room so much of the time but I don’t think
they really minded so long as I seemed happy. Maybe they
were relieved that I wasn’t insisting on running around
town with the other high school kids. They certainly knew
where I was, which is what they wanted.
But as secretive and sober as I was at home, I continued
to be the comedienne in school. I really didn’t intend that,
but it was just as it had been in grade school. All I had to do
was open my mouth and I had the students and the teachers
rolling in the aisles. Some of the kids called me the “Lucy”
of Rogers High. Maybe I needed that reaction since I was
always so dead serious at night.
All that dancing at Rogers prepared me for my major at
the University of Arkansas, where I enrolled in the modern
dance program. After only three semesters I was recalled to
Tulsa because of my Father’s illness. Nineteen years old,
I’d decided I was through with school and ready to be on
my own. That was the year I left the nest.
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I put one of my own paintings on the wall of the studio
apartment, all the while thinking, my first picture, my very
own, first apartment. A bubbly feeling of pride swelled in
my chest.
“It may not be much,” I twirled to look at the single
room, which my landlord called a “studio,” then flopped