I think probably I was hungry as a child. At least sometimes.
[Since she knows she was alone. But she doesn't remember it. She remembers champagne and wretched excess and spicing hot pie. She remembers being sick at the extravangance, craving bread and water.
She always though her disdain came from jadedness, from over-pampered ennui. Maybe not.]
But it's all guesswork. I don't know if that...counts.
[She doesn't know if anything about that girl counts. That girl died.]
[private]
[Since she knows she was alone. But she doesn't remember it. She remembers champagne and wretched excess and spicing hot pie. She remembers being sick at the extravangance, craving bread and water.
She always though her disdain came from jadedness, from over-pampered ennui. Maybe not.]
But it's all guesswork. I don't know if that...counts.
[She doesn't know if anything about that girl counts. That girl died.]