- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
Mother had a wall of photos of those adored and famous and would light candles to them and stroke the images and glare at me, then a toddler, beneath them. You're already so small, she would say, but next to this wall of titans you seem less than the dot at the end of a sentence. You seem like the afterthought of an atom. You seem like the rumor of a person long after he has ceased being discussed.
GlamourShe'd touch an image of a young man with coltish smile and a mane of blond and say, he! Behold him! Nothing in his life is small! He lives at the top of a hill above the Hollywood sign and he is, I am told, seven feet tall and counting. Put him next to you and would we even see you?
She met a starlet once by accident out shopping and while everyone else clamored for autographs my mother literally disappeared whispering: We are nothing! Nothing in your presence! She tried to take me too, wherever she went, but I would not go and have not seen her since.