there was a woman aged about late 50s at marshalls, make-up a shade or two too dark. she’d used a cheap home dye to dye her hair a tacky red shade and she tied it up in a bin with a bow and two gaudy looking hair clips. sunglasses: jones new york. handbag: guess. and she looked as if she’d been through some unkind times.
the marshalls is right by the movie theater my mom and i used to go to when i was little. now, that movie theater is close to bankrupt. they bring pizza to your seat for an extra $2. figures. i remember when my mom and i went to see stuart little 2. we went at noon. sold out. so we went out for lunch. came back for the 3 o’ clock showing. sold out. so we went shopping. came back for the 5 o’ clock showing. i thought it was the greatest movie i’d ever seen. but back then, i thought every movie i saw was the greatest movie i’d ever seen. i thought it was just another happy day in my elementary school life. didn’t value it more than i valued any other day in my life. stuart little 2 was on FX or TBS or something like that about a month ago. i fell asleep watching it.
