What Would Rita Hayworth Do?
A slow fade-in on my life:
There’s this little mountain town, smack between two long highways that go nowhere in either direction. There’s the one supermarket, the one movie theater, the one Chinese restaurant. But there are twelve different places to buy junk for your lawn.
It’s summer, so the days are longer than you can stand. If you want air-conditioning, walk to the convenience store on the corner and take your time searching for an ice pop.
There’s this girl. She’s thirteen, but if I say she’s going on fourteen it might...