Tall Awah
I met Jennie and Maxie about three or four times a month.
I would arrive at the venue as me, the counterfeit me; that elegant, refined, distant lady. Then, seeing Maxie, I’d become the real me, somewhat spontaneous, happy, humorous, real.
I’d pretend Maxie was my husband, but kept it so quiet, so closed that it was walled off from my ‘presentation.’
At night, at home, pretending to dream, I’d change a few aspects of the evening, making it more intimate, sometimes having what Maxie said to Jenny being said to me.
Imagine watching a television show, and replacing a character. That’s what I did in my ‘dream’.
