So very interesting...
I'm sitting in Brewers Art
, and in walks... her. Her
, the girl/woman I've come to know over this span we call time
, the same one to share a birthday
as me, the same one to possess... well, just too-odd similarities (you don't want me to run down the list, do you?)...
Immediately, I'm possessed with the odd feeling that I have to impress... suddenly, in all her black dressed-up glory
, I am not good enough... She is older
, she is experienced, and I am the same old me-- confused, shy
and timid; someone not quite worthy
And then as I talk to her...
We have the same birthday... how can we not get along
? We've been through too much together in an odd sort of way... sisters in the same cocooned cancer shell
. Suddenly, I could be myself
. Two whole months in Baltimore
, and it's only now that I can completely get out my laughing, hysterical
, girlish, hidden
, secretive, odd, strange cancer urgings
. And how well it ends up working out... I'm just so glad
that I can have someone there who understands me, who understands my motivations
, and who accepts the faults
"Darling! We're cancers! Six-Twenty-six
; it's in our blood...!"
And to think I was going to sit at home
Besides, you should have seen his face when he ran.