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Show CHRYSALIS pAGE 132 Jenny, her arms loaded with costumes from "Italian Straw Hat." Jenny dancing with a white cat. Mark again, at the beach, roasting a hot dog over a fire at Corona Del Mar. How young he is. Look how much hair he has! Some pictures from the road - nylons and a bra drying on some hotel radiator. Some wedding pictures. Mark cutting our wedding cake with a pancake turner. Why didn't we have a knife? I have forgotten. Jenny and me, smiling. "You be good to her now," she warned Mark. No one ever said to me, "You be good to him." At least I don't remember it if they did. Ensenada's famous blowhole, La Bufadora. We went to Mexico on our honeymoon, ran out of money and lived for an entire week on corn tortillas, goat's butter, and 7-Upl I never had so much fun in my whole life. We were poor but happy. The village idiots. Me on the bed, holding Remy, aged 3 weeks. I had super legs then. Remy's first bath. Remy (crying) and Micky Mouse at Disneyland. Me again, wheeled out of the delivery room holding a new baby still covered with white vernix. . . . Pictures of Christmases and Easters, snowmen and sandcastles, birthday parties, feeding peanuts to the elephants at the zoo. |
