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lily has a kind heart. she became one of daphne’s best friends on the first day of seventh grade after a teacher talked shit about daphne in front of the whole class. lily invited daphne to sit with her at lunch.

she works at a nursing home in the flat, seemingly endless suburb just outside of kansas city. by her own account, it’s backbreaking and depressing work. the proximity of death to the lonely and often bitter men and women in her care makes her efforts seem both heroic and pointless.

she lives with her teenage daughter daisy, a man she met 6 months ago at a pool hall, another teenage girl i can’t remember where she picked up, and two cats that spend most of the day hiding under the bed. she lives right down the street from clem’s, a kc institution famous for its brain sandwich and breaded tenderloins.

she calls her home a “fixer-upper” but it’s not clear she actually has the money or the energy to do anything about it. after visiting late one afternoon, daphne and i tried to recall the color of her living room wall, but settled on “dusk” because for whatever reason, she didn’t turn on the lights, and all we could remember was the overpowering smell of air freshener.

because lily knows i was in the music business, she’s been telling daphne about a demo that daisy had cut with some friends for some time. “it’s got cuss words,” she warned, but it’s clear from her grin she's a proud mama.

i knew she wanted me to listen to it as soon as we walked through the door. but it was almost time to leave when we finally settled into daisy’s room and the shy and slightly embarrassed teenager put a cd into her pink boombox. the music sounded like a loop from “bossy,” but instead of kelis’ sass and attitude, there’s just a teenage girl trying to sound tough.

by this time, ione was over it and was pulling me by my finger to help her find the “kittypussys,” so i didn’t hear anything after the first verse. on our way home, daphne told me lily was all choked up by the end of the song.

“daisy was rapping about her daddy, you know, the one in jail,” daphne explained. “but lily never told daisy he’s not her daddy.”

“she doesn’t know who her daddy is”

Posted by cellpharmer at December 23, 2006 12:37 AM

 
 
 
 
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