I start talking about her, to Jack, and I assume he knows who she is because, for me, she’s a fitted part, a bead on the necklace string that takes me steps closer each week until the prayers are all done. The prayers are wound down. But Jack thinks I mean Destiny’s Child, the gospel singer, the lesser known member, whose CDs aren’t mainstream now.
But I mean the girl they killed off at the end. The one that started it all. The biggest in terms of critical success because the rest are, well, a parody, a clone of David Duchovny, and the wife of Tom Cruise. But she…she you believe when she says, “What you do to me.”