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fingers with a fine shape and color. Her neck and back had a fine line, which made her movements smooth. Her waist was extra small, so her hips flared, like they were supposed to. I listened to them laugh at her, but I know what looks good.
    They laughed, and said she looked funny. But, I knew she was just incomplete; nature wasn’t finished with her. I could see she was going to be very well built when nature was through building her. And best of all, the intelligence on her face was sunshine inside her body. But she believed them. She loved her mother, believed everything she said, whether mother was drunk or sober. She did everything her mother told her to do.
    From being so quiet, she had time to do more thinking. She preferred being alone whenever it was possible. She would look off into some space and sing softly to herself in that lovely voice. She would stop singing if anybody came within hearing. I think she didn’t want them to mess that pleasure up for her.
    Being alone so much, she learned reading and loved books. She would read about anything and everything. Whenever you saw Lily Bea, she always had a book in her hands or under her arm. Be reading! All kinds of books. As she was growing up, we talked a lot. I learned things from her I had never thought of; didn’t know enough to begin to think of them. I had got married before I finished school.
    Well, time passes and things change. They didn’t tease her about the same things; they found a new question. “Who you gonna find to marry you, Lily Bea?” Told her mother, Sorty, “You better get that girl some plastic surgery!” And laughed out of their own little ugly faces. Sometimes they even hugged Lily Bea, cause they didn’t really hate her. They just didn’t have sense enough to think about how deep those words could hurt. Deep, chile, deep.
    So Lily Bea just kept separating herself from other people. Youngsters played or gossiped in the streets or the schoolyard and she went off alone, stayed in the classroom or library at school. Or alone, if chance permitted, in the bedroom she shared with her sisters. Reading or dreaming. Thinking, reading, or dreaming.
    Now, you know that child, in all those years, had plenty sense enough to know she must be different. She got tired of being round her house with her family. And she got tired of people.
    A piano teacher, up the street, felt sorry for Lily so she gave her piano lessons for free. She practiced alone at school.
    The librarian suggested good books for her because she was just reading anything no matter what it was. The librarian was a good one and she gave Lily really good cultural and classic books to read. She read a lot of fiction, then Lily discovered and loved nonfiction. Among others, she read the biography of Coco Chanel and started learning sewing at school. School is a blessed thing. For a while Lily wanted to become a teacher. But it would take a long time, and schools were too full of people. People that might tease or laugh at you.
    Her home was full of strong, and even strange, personalities. They fought, they laughed, and they stole from each other, because none had much of anything. Her mother and father had loved and fought when he was around. But laughter pervaded the house after the tears, after the pain. The laughter covered the ugliness they didn’t want to recognize. Somehow Lily Bea developed a sense of humor that helped to carry her over her own pain.
    Well, anyway, Lily grew up and graduated high school. Her family even found a reason to laugh at her good scholarship; said, “You so ugly you ain’t got nothin to do but get good marks!”
    Her father was gone, but a new man was there, off and on. So Lily stayed home to help her mother. Her sisters were all married and gone on their own. Lily wouldn’t go anywhere too much in the public, so she didn’t go out to get a job. She would have loved to go to college, a college where no one knew her. But college was out of the