tonight - party over at Avy's house (still haven't slept). not a chance, -you're resting tonight, says mother with a glass of Madeira in her hand. besides, you're only fifteen, says sister no. 2, the thin one. when I was your age, all I'd do was to read books. but still she can't tell Daudet and Proust apart.
wearing Derek Lam, the white dress. see below.
gotta go, the evening's arrived.
I'll exit through my window. three stories - 29 feet.
mother, I borrowed your lipstick