(This experience is told with permission)
Today I forwarded the cards (including the sunflower seeds) to MeMe. After I got home I was able to talk to her for about an hour which is the longest we spoken since the fire. She told me about losing her wedding dress, memorabilia from her years at Northwestern University, porcelain dolls and jewelry from Japan. Then she sort of chuckled and told me that her husband tried to save something of hers he found when they went back to the house. There in all that rubble sat her portfolio. She also draws and he knew it would be important to her to have her portfolio so he snatched it up however; the portfolio went to her sister’s house instead of where she and her husband were staying. This was a great cause for concern for MeMe because it seems there are no drawings in there just porn. The good thing is there’s a lock on the portfolio so he couldn’t open it and be shocked that his wife keeps such things. Oh he thought he was man of the hour saving her drawings and making sure they stayed safe he took it to her sister’s house, the wife of a preacher. I swear you can’t make this stuff up. As I struggled to breathe and find a chair to sit down she continued. She said in the attic there are a few “controversial” items she’d like to go back and get because she doesn’t want the insurance adjusters sitting everything out all lined up nice and pretty. She said, I can just see it. “Do you want this?”
One never knows when our entire life will be open for everyone to see and put a price tag on. How much depreciation does a vibrator have anyway? So much for privacy.
MeMe, girl I thought I knew you.
Austin – my house can’t burn down. I have too many secrets.
Out of Tragedy Comes Comedy – Friday, March 13, 2009 – 4:13PM EST
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