The Girl in the Slayer Jacket
By Courtney Milnestein
She knew her, of course; everyone knew her, after a fashion. It was hard to get away from her when the circle of her friends was so small. She was tall, that was how Madeline remembered the other girl being described, tall as a descriptor that became a gesture, a way of saying what could not be said, a nudge, a wink, a hint. She didn’t like it, she wasn’t comfortable with this kind of reaction from people, and yet she couldn’t really say that she liked the other girl much either. The girl in the Slayer jacket, as the song went, Tippex slogans etched upon the hem, decorated in button badges and patches not entirely dissimilar from Madeline’s own arrangement, but somehow made distinct by virtue of her height, a fact so readily inferred b
