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But later, one of those polo shirts bobbed into my vision again. A quick stoop to the tip jar, the rosy flash of a larger bill. He was flushed under freckles and looked impossibly young. I gave him a curtsy, and, absolved, he was gone.
I usually dressed for work in the rickety house I shared with Toby and a roommate. Toby and I lived in a world where everyone patched together crummy little gigs to get by, where the kind of work you did was never the point. The point was everything else.
We put on puppet shows at Mardi Gras parades together. We paddled around abandoned Civil War forts in the swamps outside town. We day-drank by the river, ate out of the dumpster, splurged on body-sized slabs of ice from a seafood company and rode them like sleds down the grassy slope of the levee.
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Use my face paint. Go for it. On any given day, since he was unemployed, Toby might be napping as Its All Coming Down Tonight - Frankie Miller - Standing On The Edge put on the blue gown and got ready to go. His mane of strawberry-gold hair, which I loved, splayed on the pillow like a sea creature.
While he slept, it was easy to remember why I wanted to take care of him. Or at least, by not saying no. As the world wanted me to. Toby asked for my number. If I Hawaiian Groove - Greg Packer - Soul Fuel to get a drink.
If he could bike me home. Could come inside. Toby entered my life, and all I had to do was say yes. Toby was depressed. He needed to talk. He needed me to listen. He needed dinner, sex, money, comfort. He needed to move in together. I became the negative space of his asking, and the negative space was always yes.
Toby is the big spoon, clinging. On the white background, I painted red lips, round red cheeks, peacock eye shadow. I caked on glitter salvaged from an abandoned primary school after Hurricane Katrina. I donned my hat, covered in faded fake flowers from the cemetery dumpster. And, while statuing, I was a stranger. I was strange even to myself. A new person or a nonperson, either or both. For a pleaser like me, statuing was a crash course in stubbornness.
What sounds like the most passive trade imaginable — becoming an object, a literal living doll, refusing to move or speak — was, in fact, bizarrely, the opposite.
It was exhausting, but it strengthened me. I left work aching and charged up. I learned, for the first time in my life, to refuse people. I learned that it felt good. That it got me somewhere.
It throws people off, sometimes badly. Because I was acting inappropriately — not responding as a person typically would — my audience acted inappropriately in turn. People inevitably tried to touch me. Then, and only then, I moved without being tipped.
I slapped them lightly, on whatever was closest — hand, face — still deadpan, not speaking, not meeting their eyes. A slap for the drunkard trying to stick his finger up my nose. A slap for everyone who moved to kiss me or lift my skirt, which happened almost daily. I was too surprised to move; she left without speaking. I did not slap people for touching my hands, though sometimes they jumped Use Your Imagination - The Guess Who - The Guess Who of their own accord, shocked to feel my warmth, my aliveness.
But often the strangeness spurred by my refusal was more innocent, a grab bag of unfiltered human reactions that fascinated me. I felt myself and my audience pulled together into deep space, a lost world where no one knew how to behave anymore. One night, out of nowhere, a man tried to hand Out Of Order - Portion Control - Progress Report 1980-83 his baby. I bought a steak that night, paid our rent, and never saw him again.
Y ears later, I left New Orleans, and left statuing, with relief. He was out somewhere as I stood in our room for the last time, perfectly still, staring at the artifacts of our life together: tangled blankets, my clothes in optimistically stacked crates that mimicked a real dresser.
His shirts tossed over the single chair, his shoes, his smell. I was the doll in the dollhouse, frozen in my own life. When I statued, being still was my form of refusal; here, at home, stillness was acquiescence, another yes. I felt a new impulse kicking now. My refusal this time required motion. Stillness was not a way to get what I wanted anymore. In our bedroom, where I usually did my makeup, I shoved clothes and some books into an old Army surplus backpack.
I made some calls and found a couch to sleep on. For a while, as I biked down Columbus Street, the world was a blur. I blinked, slowly and luxuriously. My life as a statue had almost imperceptibly strengthened this muscle in me — the muscle of refusal — and now with every push on the pedals, I felt it, somewhere deep in my gut.
The blurred-out world returned — the weathered houses, asphalt, palm fronds against bright sky. The street sharpened and every detail was clear again, was mine. At 11, Estela killed her rapist and fled to the U. I got so sleepy. The next day I woke up all bloody, with a cut on my ankle. Mami and my sister Valery washed me and bandaged my wound.
It was not only my ankle that hurt. Everywhere, my body was sore. My back. Between my legs. Many years later, my therapist would explain. This was in Tijuana, where I had moved with my mother and five sisters, infour years after I was born further south, in the Mexican state of Jalisco. Our neighborhood, Colonia Veinte de Noviembre, was a mishmash of wooden houses and shacks along the Tijuana River.
Mami was a stout, resourceful woman who built a three-room house out of wood from discarded pallets. Our bathroom was a latrine behind the house with a blanket for a door. Many mornings, I would wake up in his bed, my stomach knotted and lurching from the smell of his breath. Mami caught him in the act. I was trying to put her to bed. I would never do anything wrong to the girls.
Although small in stature, Mami was strong. And violent. I was getting water from the well and he In Cities I Have Know - Brutalist Architecture In The Sun - All Is Grey my chest from behind. If you do, I will knock on the doors of all the neighbors and tell them what you do to me.
I n my mind, I was safe. Around this time, another older sister of mine, Rosa, announced she was pregnant. It was also about this time that a thin, pockmarked man named Eduardo insinuated himself into our lives. He was an itinerant farmworker who traveled between California and Guadalajara three times a year, and Mami rented him a room whenever he passed through Tijuana. Rosa initially agreed, but then she ran away with her baby. A couple of visits later, Eduardo inquired after me, asking Mami if she needed help with my school expenses.
You must do what is best for the family. Mami built a room for Eduardo, on the far end of the house, where our meetings took place. I was his sex slave for three weeks out of the year. Everyone in the family except Mami and me thought that Eduardo was only a boarder.
Looking back, my older sister Carmen must have also known, because although she never said a word to me, she would have found herself alone in bed on the nights I was taken by Eduardo.
Eduardo expected me to perform like an adult woman in bed. All I knew was that after he violated me I felt like the dirtiest person in the world. Like it was a big favor. Things got worse after I graduated from elementary school.
Like all of the graduates, I signed the backs of my school photos and handed them out to my friends. My signature was at the bottom. He showed me what he wrote on the photo. Not long after, Eduardo took me to a photo studio and forced me to have a picture taken with my arms wrapped around his neck.
Then he put the picture in a frame and left it in our home. Many years later, I asked Lupe to make the photo disappear. When I started middle school, Eduardo began to get jealous. I was trying not to draw attention to myself, but he was paranoid that the older boys would notice my budding breasts and curves, so he would wait for me outside of school. But it was too late. Eduardo used the photo with my signature to threaten Mami. He felt so empowered that he stopped giving Mami money altogether.
Maybe if I was older, I would have understood that Eduardo was the villain, but at the time all I remember feeling was scared that Mami and I would go to jail.
Mami convinced Eduardo to bring her a gun to protect the family, and one day Eduardo arrived with a Beretta. Eduardo showed us the safety and how to load the gun and pull the trigger. Mami and I shot at the eucalyptus trees in our yard. Later, I watched as Mami hid the gun in her closet.
Emboldened by the power he wielded because of the photo, Introduzione - Bartók* — Leonard Bernstein, New York Philharmonic* - Concerto For Orchestra became increasingly offensive, obscene and demeaning.
Eyes closed, my mind did as it always did — it flew away to my happiest memory, my sisters and me making tamales. While he forced himself on me, I was in the kitchen telling jokes with my sisters and laughing so hard we cried, as the radio played the music of my favorite composer, Vincente Villa.
Depression swallowed me whole. Now Eduardo had stolen what was left of my childhood. Killing myself Graveir - Caloian like the only escape.
Just please make him stop. Mami patted the top of my head but said nothing for a long while. The next day, when Eduardo arrived, Mami took him aside. He then departed. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me across the house to his room. He latched the door behind us, then shoved me onto the bed in the corner of the room. I watched as he dug into his knapsack and pulled out something long. As Eduardo turned away to place his knapsack on the chair, I slid my hand beneath the pillow, grabbed the Beretta and raised it to my temple, but as Eduardo turned to face me with the dildo in his hand, I turned the gun on Eduardo and fired one shot into his forehead.
I rolled out from under Eduardo and let her in. Her worn hands gripped It Came From The Skies - Asphyx - Incoming Death candle.
The light revealed a fine mist of blood splatter on three of the four walls. I often hauled trash down to the river to be burned and buried, and hoped the neighbors thought I was doing just that.
I rolled him into the hole, covered the body with the silty earth, then packed the mound with the back of the shovel. After I killed Eduardo, I was no longer a child. I was a soldier who had defended my family and my home. Four uneventful years passed. I earned enough money to pay my tuition by tutoring first-grade students who were referred to me by Fernando.
I converted the room where I killed Eduardo into a classroom. Then one day, the authorities arrived. I thought they were there to arrest me, but it was for another reason.
They explained that our colony needed to be evacuated because it was in a flood basin and the dam was beginning to crack. They offered Mami new land plus some money. Mami agreed Out Of Order - Portion Control - Progress Report 1980-83 hesitation. The first whiff of maggot-covered corpse nearly knocked me out.
I went to the shed and found a pair of work gloves and the old axe I used to cut up the chickens, ducks and rabbits that we ate for dinner. I decapitated the skull and then cut the torso into pieces. I put these parts in paper bags, then put the bags in the latrine of the abandoned house next door, knowing that the chemicals in the latrine would quickly disintegrate them. Next, I cut up the bones and put them in smaller paper bags.
I knew of a slum area with a lot of trash, so I carried the bags three at time and dropped one bag every couple of hundred yards or so. I then returned to the body and started out again with three more bags, until eventually the bones were scattered for a mile or more along the Tijuana River, sure to be swept away in the next flood. There are moments of eternal sunshine and moments of eternal darkness in our lives.
Killing Eduardo and disposing of his body were my moments of eternal darkness. No one ever came looking for Eduardo. Perhaps no one missed him.
But three months after I murdered him, Valery saw a picture of a young man in the local paper who bore a strong resemblance to Eduardo. That was the last news we ever heard about Eduardo or his family. My plan had been to stay in my country and De Beste Jaren Van Je Leven - Tante Leen & Johnny Jordaan - Bij Ons In de Jordaan to become a teacher.
For the first time in my life, I lived in a nice house, working for nice people — like a normal person. Diego was a shy man. I got pregnant in lateat the age of I received a call from the clinic telling me I was pregnant and asking if I wanted to get an abortion. Both Fac ut ardeat - St. Augustine Boys Choir - Pergolesi STABAT MATER us got our green cards injust before I had my second child, Noelle.
After our third child, Dawn, was born inDiego and I became naturalized U. He asked me again and again why not. He lacked the imagination to know that there are much worse things in life than a woman who has slept around. When he began referring to me as a putaa whore, I knew our marriage would not last forever. However, in the meantime, he was a good father and a good provider. I bided my time until Bianca, Noelle and Dawn were grown.
Then, finally, I divorced Diego. You must be a lucky charm. Our eyes met throughout the Tijuana concert, and I felt confident that my strong attraction toward Vincente was reciprocal. After that night, he invited me to his next concert; however, the weeks that followed were some of the rainiest ever in Baja, and the remainder of his tour was canceled.
I did not see or speak to Vincente again until two years later. I was paging through a local magazine in Ontario, California, when I saw in an advertisement that Vincente was to perform at a Mexican restaurant near my home. I purchased my ticket immediately and surprised him. From that day forward, we were a couple. The only two requests I made of Vincente were that he treated me with respect and not drink.
He accepted my conditions, and in I accepted his proposal of marriage. For the next 19 years, we bounced between Mexico and California, and lived for a brief spell in Chicago, but Imagination - The Beau Hunks Saxophone Soctette - Contrasts much of the time we simply lived on the road, traveling from one concert venue to the next.
For my 55th birthday inVincente surprised me with a party. While Vincente slept, I passed time wandering down the garden path of my year marriage to a man whom all of Mexico loved — and had loved — much longer than I.
I Priscilla - Sea Wolf - Old World Romance my favorite memory of all: the first time we spent the night together, at the Grand Hotel in Tijuana. I had never imagined such opulence. It was here that I first saw the look of a man in love. And Out Of Order - Portion Control - Progress Report 1980-83 was here that Vincente first caressed me — beginning with his eyes, then with his warm, soft hands.
Vincente opened his eyes and looked plaintively at me. I stood and gazed down at him. A weak smile crossed his lips before his eyes lolled in their sockets.
V incente would not have a goodbye tour. After eight months in an intensive care unit, fighting renal failure and a brain tumor, Vincente died of a bacterial infection in a Mexico City hospital. Friends took up a collection for me and raised enough to pay for my flight back to Tijuana. I gave them to my American grandson, Justin, before his first prom. I moved in with Mami, who had cancer, and commuted every day to San Diego to work for a cleaning service.
I met Amy Roost, who I am telling this story to, when I cleaned her house. I told her I was newly widowed. And when she asked about my husband, I proudly shared that Vincente had been a very famous bandleader.
I had never sent a client of mine a Facebook friend request, until Amy. I thought of her as my friend, and I felt confident she thought of me as her friend too. Eventually, Amy hired me away from the cleaning service and referred me to friends of hers.
I also had to think of my three girls. I did not want their reputations tainted by having a mother who is a murderer. There were other practicalities to consider. For instance, who would ever hire a murderer to clean their house? And finally, the fear of going to prison, which had burrowed into me as a child, remained with me in adulthood.
Though she never forgave me for killing Eduardo, I forgave Mami. Mami deserved another kind of life. How could I blame such a brave and intelligent woman? I offered to sit with him in the hospital, so that Camila could stay at home with her baby. New CEO David Klein just took over on January 14, and the cannabis leader isn't going to provide an update on the progress until the FQ3 earnings report on February 14, or two months after the official launch of Cannabis 2.
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