March 2005
march 21
We're at the old house and I'm in the downstairs bedroom. My little Virgin Mary statue is there and it can move and talk, but I have to look away while it does. I have a list of Easter stuff - who's coming, the food, what activities we can do - and I ask her if she wants me to read it to her, or does she want to read it herself. She says she'll read it so I hold it up for her. I go upstairs because I have a phone call from someone who's asking me about a woman named Irene Malstead, and I say I don't know her. They insist that I do and that I have to get in touch with her. We hang up and I start making a list of last names that rhyme with Malstead, and get the phone book so I can look through and call them, thinking I can get in touch that way. My parents are in the living room listening to music and I start telling my mom about the statue, whispering because I'm afraid it will hear me. My mom thinks I'm kidding and is just laughing at me. We go into the kitchen and I tell her that it's true, that I'm either "crazy or insane." The way I mean it, "crazy" would mean that I'm just imagining the statue talks, but "insane" would be if I was speaking for it myself and pretending it was the statue. Finally my mom gets the phone to call the doctor, but she and my dad get into this discussion about this machine or toy that he got her that can be used to make baby dolls. We're going to leave the house, and I'm rushing to get all of my important things together. I'm in such a hurry I put on two different shoes at first, one blue and one black. As we're leaving the song playing on the stereo in the living room is "Honeyspot" by Asteroid No. 4.
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