And here are nine kisses,” her mother continued, “for every year of your life.” Always know where that line is and never cross it. But you want to look over the edge to hell. “You of all my children were made like an angel. “I broke the rocking horse,” Suzanne said. Her mother said, “I’ll only tell you this once so mark my words.” It was the first time Suzanne ever drank tea. When Suzanne was ten years old her mother said, “Let’s have a tea party.” They sat together at the kitchen table. Little girls love her because she tells them, “Hey, little missy, I can hear your heart.” They think she’s a music box. Suzanne can knit, ice-skate, sing, read palms and smoke dozens of cigarettes to keep warm inside. She closes up all the buttons on her shirt. She wears Love That Red lipstick by Revlon and has blue-black hair and white skin. Slight enough to go down chimneys, Suzanne looks like a little girl dressed up in her mother’s clothes. The white powder hidden in the tease and spit. She always keeps her heroin inside her beehive hairdo.
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