I think I walked into the lunch room behind you, peering over your shoulder, seeing the horrific scene for the first time: Me, standing on one foot in front of the open refrigerator, dipping a spoon into your yogurt, the container you brought for lunch. I was shocked too, Elaine. What kind of person eats another person's lunch? In a small office, at that? We should chat about my bullshit excuse too. It was terrible. I didn't believe it either.
And Tanya. Tanya, I was as surprised watching me fling the gum into your hair as you were feeling it softly land there. When your hand reached back, concernedly patting your frizzy, third-grade ponytail, I was disappointed too. Did you see that? Did you see me fling the gum? Can you believe me?
Kid, that time you came and played basketball with the older boys and me: I saw it too. I think I was running alongside us - the last two players in a game of HORSE. You couldn't have been older than ten. I felt my hand on your back when you did. It was a little too forceful, a little intense for HORSE, don't you think? You went down like a puppet, all flop, no bones, and I almost called out to everyone else: 'did she just push a child? In HORSE?' Walking you home was the longest ten minutes of my life.
Please know that I am the same person to me as I am to you.