Addict in a Dress

The day you poison yourself again, you have to poison the plant, too. Pour bleach on it, throw a rock at it… whatever; just do something that will really hurt it. Going forward, you have to treat it the way you treat yourself, because what you do to you doesn’t just affect you.” I looked them in the eye. “Don’t want to hurt the plant? No problem. Be kind to yourself.”

Loopholes… hers and mine

“Ohhhhh,” she’d fret. “Rose, will you grab it? Tell them that I’m in the shower,” she’d plead, bolting, like a deer, into the bathroom. I’d answer the phone, recite what I’d been told to say, and hear the shower nozzle spray into life on the other side of the house.