Elizabeth (part 3)

Memories. The school is gone. I have no proof it ever existed except that doorway which is only a memory. We used to always try to beat the boys there. They were to scared to approach us in groups. We’d gather around smoking cigarets and making sex jokes. Segregation was alright at Saint Willibrord’s Motherly school. There were so many little evil things a girl could do. Is that an air raid thing on the pole?

It’s like seeing someone after so many years. Somehow they look exactly the same but you can see how they’ve aged. There used to be so many people in Verdun. The place seems empty for some reason. I wonder what I look like. They’d probably say get a load of the crazy old bag.