New Start

The story begins with two acts of coupling. One is pure and infused with love, enacted for the purpose of procreation. This is the one where my highly intelligent sister attempts to fortify her marriage with a child. and this is the one where my rich and beautiful sister shags my rich and beautiful husband. One is carnal and filthy, and this is the one where my rich and beautiful sister shags my rich and beautiful husband. The story begins in the middle of a cul de sac in the most perfect suburb of the most adorable city. The cul de sac is a circular driveway shared by three dwellings. It is a perfect point of departure for those leaving and arrival for those just coming. The beautiful coupling of husband and wife is enacted inside the middle house. The engorged slappery of married man with unmarried art prodigy takes place inside my house, while I am at the library with the children. I have to forgive them. Otherwise they will say snide things to me, and cut me off in the middle of my sentences.

I am writing a book. I wrote another book, before, so it’s not unlikely that I will write this one all the way to the end. I have a lot of determination, and a perfect heart-shaped bottom. I have a secret bit of steel in my soul, which I remember to reference in times like this, when books are about to be written, and people are about to get mad at me. I am taking the time to write everything down for everyone, because with everyone’s really spectacularly busy lives, they cannot be expected to write it for themselves. It’s all to my advantage, that they don’t write. And of course, it’s to their advantage as well. With everyone writing things on separate pieces of paper, you lose the general idea. You find yourself comparing this one to that one, and skipping ahead, and finding that lies have been told. I will probably not get a lot of appreciation, but you know how women are, especially three women who are all sisters. Here is a monument to three sisters who are each older than the other.

Everyone’s story starts at the same place, in the cul de sac. Babe trying to escape it. Kate trying to burrow her way in. Me trying to burn myself alive. All of the men involved are here as well. Lloyd trying to buy up the third house. Leon trying to fill up the third floor. Murray trying to get himself on television more times per day.