#77 I, Isabel Scheherazade, experience what Olivia calls a frisson:* awe, wonder, almost spooky, but not as scary as spooky might be. A Way-Back-Seat memory wrapped around a Mom and Me object. I want to remember that memories attach themselves to pictures, objects, sounds, smells…or combs!!
Mimi finds the comb tucked in a folded newspaper clipping. Here’s our comb! She holds it up. But what’s this? she says when she spots Mom’s handwriting in the margin of the paper…
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