Caressa's Knees
“They were out on the balcony, baking in the summer Dallas heat. Caressa stayed out of the sun. She always had, but now it was even more important. Kyle’s designer friend had made her three more gowns to wear at performances and they were all strapless, off-the-shoulder numbers like the first one. Her typical lobster-style burn lines wouldn’t exactly scream refined elegance. There was a black gown, and a flaming red one, and another ivory gown with lots of raw-edged fringe all over it. Caressa called it her “shag dress” and Kyle made a crack about shagging her every time she wore it.
She didn’t know why she’d worried about leaving behind her old childish image, the staid clothes and the ponytail. It was too girlish for the way she felt now, something Kyle had known before she could admit it to herself. She wasn’t a child anymore. Not that child. Her parents’ prodigy.
The miracle survivor, the one who didn’t die. Maybe letting go of that girl was so frightening because in a way it was l...etting go of her last link to her parents.MoreLess
She didn’t know why she’d worried about leaving behind her old childish image, the staid clothes and the ponytail. It was too girlish for the way she felt now, something Kyle had known before she could admit it to herself. She wasn’t a child anymore. Not that child. Her parents’ prodigy.
The miracle survivor, the one who didn’t die. Maybe letting go of that girl was so frightening because in a way it was l...etting go of her last link to her parents.MoreLess
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