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“What are you doing here baby?”
I move along down the hall as if I haven't heard the question and if I just keep moving everything will be okay. The crowd thins as I go and it becomes easy to get lost, and then to wonder where Gitt buys her clothes and how I might look dressed up like she does tonight all designer. The group of girls barely seems to register that I am even there. I move in closer. A couple of them laugh whether it’s at me, my boldness for pushing my way into their click for a moment or if it’s something else, my hair, my outfit, my smell, or maybe their laughter has nothing to do with me at all. But they let me in and they don’t report me to their queen.
"Have you seen Gitt?" Someone asks.
"She's somewhere in the crowd out there," I say.
And then my eyes and theirs snap to where she is at the far end of that deep and endless space. Her sandals sparkle like rubies; and a crowd feathers around her feet and bobs their heads in rhythm to whatever she says. They look like pigeons (all dressed in muted colors) waiting for her long fingers to scatter the promised feed on the floor. They bend and dip in time with the music and whatever she coos.
How changed Gitt looks tonight from the smiling girl I passed in the hallway - this giant black and white photograph of Gitt in pigtail braids.
"She's with Soccer Boy now right?" One of the girl's says.
"Have you seen him?” I ask.
The same girl looks me over. “Take a number,” she says.
“I thought you were afraid of Soccer Boy." I move away from the cluster of girls. A journey farther down the long hallway begins to seem like the perfect way to hide from a voice I recognize.
Julio spins me around. And I swat away his hands.
“There are a lot of rumors going around about Soccer Boy,” Julio says. Why haven’t you answered any of my texts?”
I move along down the hall as if I haven't heard the question and if I just keep moving everything will be okay. The crowd thins as I go and it becomes easy to get lost, and then to wonder where Gitt buys her clothes and how I might look dressed up like she does tonight all designer. The group of girls barely seems to register that I am even there. I move in closer. A couple of them laugh whether it’s at me, my boldness for pushing my way into their click for a moment or if it’s something else, my hair, my outfit, my smell, or maybe their laughter has nothing to do with me at all. But they let me in and they don’t report me to their queen.
"Have you seen Gitt?" Someone asks.
"She's somewhere in the crowd out there," I say.
And then my eyes and theirs snap to where she is at the far end of that deep and endless space. Her sandals sparkle like rubies; and a crowd feathers around her feet and bobs their heads in rhythm to whatever she says. They look like pigeons (all dressed in muted colors) waiting for her long fingers to scatter the promised feed on the floor. They bend and dip in time with the music and whatever she coos.
How changed Gitt looks tonight from the smiling girl I passed in the hallway - this giant black and white photograph of Gitt in pigtail braids.
"She's with Soccer Boy now right?" One of the girl's says.
"Have you seen him?” I ask.
The same girl looks me over. “Take a number,” she says.
“I thought you were afraid of Soccer Boy." I move away from the cluster of girls. A journey farther down the long hallway begins to seem like the perfect way to hide from a voice I recognize.
Julio spins me around. And I swat away his hands.
“There are a lot of rumors going around about Soccer Boy,” Julio says. Why haven’t you answered any of my texts?”
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