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Girls

Russell Young: Girls
Russell Young: Girls
Russell Young: Girls
Russell Young: Girls
Russell Young: Girls

Six of us sat under a naked lightbulb that hung like an interrogation lamp from a thin wire over Margarita’s chipped wooden table. We squinted and leaned phototropically into the empty center, noses almost touching, eyelashes fluttering against the force of the light like the wings of hovering moths. We were checking the count, raising each small, translucent envelope up to the start whiteness of the blank bulb. Everything else disappeared. The count was good. The count was the only thing in the world. It was lonely. It was scary. It was fun. It was what I did now, without Susannah.

Ellen Sue Miller

Girls