2006-06-12 || 6:40 p.m.

|| kelly, i stole the robin's egg blue jacket. ||

michael and i stayed on kelly's houseboat on saturday, unlocking the door with a borrowed key and searching around in the dark for a light switch like any other uninvited guest. the landlord sometimes lets the boat out when kelly's away in the desert, and when we dropped our bags and tried to figure out where to sleep, i looked at the tiny room the way strangers must when they settle in for the night.

but these are the things i know that they don't:

+ there's a half-empty jug of old crow on top of the refrigerator, which is funny if you knew kelly.
+ the photograph in the bookcase is a self portrait of our father taken on his wedding day. please note the suit with tails. see the microscope, whale's teeth, barnacle and other sea tokens in the background.
+ the big wooden apple-shaped fruit bowl is from our childhood. i got insanely jealous and then realized it suits her perfectly.
+ mum made this quilt.
+ her book collection could be boiled down to the following categories: women's studies, nature, insects, required fiction as dictated by our common adolescence (see Salinger, J.D.), desert tortoises.

on the counter of the kitchenette was a check left by a past guest and a note tucked into my dad's bound memoir beginning with "an interesting read..." i would like to know if they get any sense of her when they stay there, if they imagine her stooping to brush her teeth or singing while making dinner. i imagined it so much i had to sit down. i wore her sweater while i was there. i wrote her a note and placed it next to the last guest's.

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