Darlene and I’d hide in movie theaters all day. Darlene would sing Frere Jacques. She rode her scooter in front of our house. I’m crazy. I’m crazy― crazy. She tried to run away in the third grade. How come I didn’t remember this? Slept in the same bed when our mom was mean to us. Why did I forget? I remember her voice. How could I forget? I’m crazy. I’m crazy.