Delta Girls (2010)
““How’d you get into this whole alphabet thing, anyway?” I asked Abcde as I tried not to bump into Quinn, who had now latched onto three names in particular, repeating Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive in a singsong rhythm.
“My parents fought a lot when I was a girl,” she said. “I would sing the alphabet to myself to drown them out.”
Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive. Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive.
I wasn’t expecting an answer like that. I tried to picture Abcde as a girl; it was hard to imagine h...er without the dreadlocks.
“It was my constant,” she said. “My mantra. It was a known quantity, always there.”
Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive. Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive.
“So you started writing poems around it?”
“I started writing poems around it,” she said. “Twenty-six line, twenty-six word, eventually doubles.”
“What’s that?” Quinn fell into step with us, cradling the giant pear like a baby. Her chant kept running through my head as if she were still saying it.MoreLess
“My parents fought a lot when I was a girl,” she said. “I would sing the alphabet to myself to drown them out.”
Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive. Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive.
I wasn’t expecting an answer like that. I tried to picture Abcde as a girl; it was hard to imagine h...er without the dreadlocks.
“It was my constant,” she said. “My mantra. It was a known quantity, always there.”
Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive. Hardy, Joan of Arc, Luc-ra-tive.
“So you started writing poems around it?”
“I started writing poems around it,” she said. “Twenty-six line, twenty-six word, eventually doubles.”
“What’s that?” Quinn fell into step with us, cradling the giant pear like a baby. Her chant kept running through my head as if she were still saying it.MoreLess
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