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For Nancy Mitford's biography of Zelda Fitzgerald, Gerald and Sara Murphy reminisced about the old days at Cap d'Antibes, and Gerald recalled a "haunt" moment involving Zelda that has spoken to me for the last thirty years. I can't bring myself to type the whole thing out, but you can go to Google Books and type in "zelda octopus" if ya wanna read it - the top paragraph about going to the cinema.
She looks different, and her pronounced almond-shaped eyes bothered her, growing up. So, I told her Dad, who was in the Marine Corps at the time, brought her back from Korea -- complete with beautiful image of young mother running towards him as he boarded a plane to come home.
"Please! Please! Take my daughter to America. Give her better life."
I had all my bases covered. Of course she retorted with, "I'm going to go ask!"
I grabbed her arm, made her sit back on the step with me.
"Oh, no! They said if you ever found out, they'd send you back!"
It does haunt me in that it seems like for every birthday, I get a card from her saying she loves me so much she'll do anything for me, including help me find my own parents.
It haunts me that I walked around a volcano that hadn't errupted in 20 years. Just hubby and I........over cracks and steam vents. Not a soul around...........
And within two weeks, it errupted in full force. If it had happened when we were walking around, and driving around the rim..........No one would have known our demise.
That was Kilauai on the Big Island of Hawaii.
Oh yeah, heights are a whole new subject in and of themselves. I remember climbing trees that weren't strong enough to support a person in them when I was younger and I remember longing to stand on rooftops to see the yard from a bird's eye view but as I've aged, I've really learned about gravity and that the ground I used to tumble around on is really hard when I land on anything other than my feet from a height greater than a bicycle seat.
I'd still like to find, and apologize to, the poor little homely fat girl who lived down the street from us. My friend and I started the "I-Hate-_?_-Club." I'd also like to find, and apologize to, the older boy who made me so mad that when he rode by on his bike, I threw a stick through the spokes of the front wheel, and he flipped onto the pavement.
I feel remorse over standing-up a fellow for a formal event, in college, and for stealing the head of the department's keys when she left them in her office door.
I did get my own, though, when I had three fellows help me lift the car of someone who ticked-me-off, and place the vehicle on cinder blocks. My car had four flats some time after that.
I feel better, already, but I still wish I could apologize.
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