Semi-Daily Scribbles

Sure Corrie felt shitty reading her big sister's diary. Did feeling like a degenerate make Corrie put away what wasn't hers and go do something productive like laundry? Hell no. All of the people Shelley wrote about in her big red book were thinly disguised real folk, like too-close-to-home-folk. Like who could this bitchy character called "Lorrie" possibly be? The queen at the center of this sweeping mega fantasy–five-sided love polygon–family drama was a beautiful brown-eyed maiden who answered to the name "Sherrie." Corrie had just read the passage where "Sherrie" discovered her sister, "Lorrie," in bed with "Sherrie's" on again/off again fiancé, Patrick. Corrie laughed. Patrick was Patrick. Shelley didn't give him a soundalike name. Corrie considered the significance of this particular authorial choice as she tucked the big red book under her arm and headed downstairs to heat up her leftover chicken and pasta.