After a little, I finish and bring a plate for Jackie while carrying one for myself. I sit by her legs and flash a smile, setting both down on the coffee table.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
