Hey Lia,
Thanks for the book. I’ve never heard of Maya Angelou before but I will give it a try.
XO,
Ryan
The girls were too romantic to be cut and dry at the demise of their friendship. In an unclaimed locker in a quiet corridor of the high school, one of them—which one, what matter? Even in the face of the fatality of their bond, the girls remained fused together so that it was still impossible at times for them to recall who had done what—had started a shrine. One of the girls had pasted the tiny paper doll cutout of Exene, which captured her usual, smoldering defiance, atop a portion of painted gilt cardboard and tacked it up on the back wall of the locker.
For a time, the locker became a timeless portal, a safe place for the girls to have a meeting of minds. One of the two of them
