CHAPTER 7
REFLECTIONS
LEMURIA, THE PLACE I CALLED HOME—was it really worthy of the title? Was my home in Holcomb, where I never belonged? New York City, where my acting career took off? Or maybe Los Angeles, because that’s where I officially met him and we became betrothed. Then again, the order was my family, until death do us part. It was as if I had married them all. That’s what I had sworn, signing my name in blood. Never had I found a home, wandering like a drifter. Material gain and status couldn’t cure my alienation. I remained tormented at the bottom and tormented at the top. Comfort seemed to be a fleeting mirage. Each time I came close to it, it faded into thin air before I could catch it. I just hoped in this desolate desert called life, I’d find my oasis. For the time being,
