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2001-04-03 || 12:16 p.m. || friday, march 30 || my sister lives in an enchanted cottage with wood floors and old lady neighbors and cats peeking from the screen doors. potted plants on the porches and guitar strumming echoing in the courtyard. garden hoses and sunshine. a frosted cake waiting for us in the microwave. not much hot water. the television doesn't work. the window in the shower gets stuck so you can chat with the neighbors while you're shampooing. we wait for kelly to get home from school, the whole lot of us, full of hangovers and skateboarding injuries and bedhead and thrift store tshirts. the cottage is busting at the seams. the door won't quite close. we occupy all available chairs and most of the floor. the cats are hiding in the kitchen. our stories and laughter spill over into the courtyard and disrupt lunchtime television, guitar lessons, telephone conversations. kelly appears in the screen door and we cheer, excited to see her and hungry for sandwiches from mona lisa's in little italy. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |