As they would say in Europe, she was a long girl. Taller than everyone else in our class, even the boys, and with short, dark wavy hair and bright hazel eyes, gangly and self-conscious in a way that made others uncomfortable. Her posture was terrible and when she came up to you it was with more of a lurch than a normal gait. We'd been good friends since I'd arrived as the new girl just before Christmas in second grade. Once we had a photograph taken by her father in his home studio and I … [Read more...]