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May 10, 2019
You remember the day Lola died? How Byron and I had that fight and exacerbated your sadness and discomfort? And you were up-front, told us we need to grow up? I still feel guilty about that day. I remember dressing up for work and going into a seedy theater instead. A Maui Taylor movie, was it. The lesbian theater person (not sure now what her job there was) followed me inside and made sure I knew what I was doing, was I OK? It was an unexpected kindness I didn't know how to accept. It puzzles me until now.