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11/02/2004: "Peggotty"
I wonder, Reader, if the characters I show to you at all resemble the people I know, or think I know, or if my words represent just an aspect that I see, or my heart hopes to see. Peggotty, in sweatshirt and jeans, Pre-Raphaelite hair flying off in every direction, freckled, with broad chin, active eyes, dimples when she smiles, which is frequently. She is on the alien wavelength, and I tune that one in too. She has a husband, and as is usual in these cases, I don't know him very well and he doesn't kow what to make of me. They have two teenagers, and she worries over them. Her father is gruff and hearty, and her mother is gentle and sweet. Her sisters look quite a bit alike to me, and I think they listen to the same station. One brother, tall and thin; the other brother, not so tall but broader and a church home at the edge of the swamp. She collects strange, pretty, little things, and arranges them in little tableaux. She rarely wears makeup or jewelry. She lives in an 18th century farmhouse with a gently sculpted landscape, a garden and a pond. The rest of the cul-de-sac is tract housing. She is outgoing, engaging, and strange. Excuse me: gifted.
