Don't you know who I am? Can'tcha see I'm your own age? She sat, one leg cramped under her, and deep inside her brain was something like a pinpoint of light that kept going and would not let her relax.
She watched this smile come, awkward as if he were smiling from inside a mask. It was a lot of things, but mostly it was funny. She sat, one leg cramped under her, and deep inside her brain was something like a pinpoint of light that kept going and would not let her relax. You're not from around here.
She tells him again to leave and again grows dizzy with fear as he starts telling her what her parents are doing at that precise moment at their barbeque. The way he straightened and recovered from his fit of laughing showed that it had been all fake.
He grinned so broadly his eyes became slits and she saw how thick the lashes were, thick and black as if painted with a black tarlike material.
She watched this smile come, awkward as if he were smiling from inside a mask. He wobbled in his high boots and grabbed hold of one of the porch posts. She thinks to herself that she will never see her mother again and tries to figure out what to do. This Ellie said, pulling the words out of the air one after another as if he were just discovering them, "You want me to pull out the phone?
Connie stared at him, another wave of dizziness and fear rising in her so that for a moment he wasn't even in focus but was just a blur standing there against his gold car, and she had the idea that he had driven up the driveway all right but had come from nowhere before that and belonged nowhere and that everything about him and even about the music that was so familiar to her was only half real.
This place you are now—inside your daddy's house—is nothing but a cardboard box I can knock down any time. Listen, here's how it is.
She notices little things, his eyes, the eyelashes, almost painted on. She backed away from the door. It is not the party of democracy. I know all about you. He placed his sunglasses on top of his head, carefully, as if he were indeed wearing a wig, and brought the stems down behind his ears.
You won't want that. It was a little flatter, as if the heat was finally getting to him. Her breath was coming quickly. Her fingers were shaking. And he had remembered her. I never needed to look anymore.
He tells her what to do, calls her his lover. Sitting around," he said vaguely, squinting as if he were staring all the way to town and over to Aunt Tillie's back yard.Study Guide for Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
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