September 5, 2007
“So go over,” she pushed me up. “They aren’t going to say no to a cute little blond girl like you.” All I could think of was Nazi Germany and the American bombing of Hiroshima. Being a little blond girl could get me killed in some parts of the world. I knew well enough that blonds have more fun and pay the penalty for it. If we don’t now, we will some day, I’m still sure of that. A wood rack was propped against the far wall with mats filed perpendicular. I reached for a mat and a man approached.