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Show children, and that he was in a terrible motorcycle accident I knew nothing about. In my diary I record the betrayal. Prior to that winter, though, I am in love. Every day after school Stacy and I play "Empire Strikes Back on Roller Skates." Me in my blue Fireball skates and Stacy in her white ones, dressed in navy blue body suits and matching red gabardine skating skirts my mother helped us make during our summer sewing "class," we zoom up and down the one neighborhood street, our hands held out into the air, clasping our beloveds'. Stacy skates with Harrison Ford, me with Mark, only now we use their movie names, pulling Han and Luke all over the Dagobah System. Pretend Han and I are making dinner, Stacy says, heading for the carport and my father's workbench. Pretend you and Luke are coming over to see us and check on some droids. All right, I call, shooting out from the carport, Luke and I will go to Mos Is ley and get some fuel, motioning toward the general area where I had last been with Luke. We blast down the hill towards the stink pod tree, collecting enough long bean pods to keep a landcruiser running for a few days. I chat with Luke as I work my way back up the hill, calling him Honey and asking about his day. He is weary of fighting the Dark Lord, whose powers seem to be growing stronger, and feels many disturbances in the Force. I make gentle understanding noises, suggest a bath and a good dinner, consider wrapping my hair in ribbons that match my skirt. When we return Stacy is lying on the ground rolling around. Her skates flop like dying fish on the grass, while she moans and holds her belly. It is immediately clear to 131 |
