Four
Destiny figured out the directions for the soothing vaginal cream, and then sat on her bed to write in her trusty journal.
Journal—June 1976: I met a new friend, her name is Tina. She is a little wisp of a girl, barely fourteen. Her skin looks silken and her short brown hair is styled in a female version of the Beatles’ bob. It seems such a shame that her fate is one of becoming a mum so early in life. Why would any God allow this to happen? Again with the God questions!
I cannot wait until I leave this place and secure a job to be out on my own. I feel like a canary locked in a cage waiting for someone to open the door-latch to freedom. The staff is nice enough I suppose; but, I can’t really relate to them. Tina seems to be my only comfort. For some reason, she draws me to her lik
