“When they were tired or needed comforting, Dirk and Weetzie and Slinkster Dog went to Dirk’s Grandma Fifi’s cottage, where Dirk had lived since his parents died. Grandma Fifi was a sweet, powdery old lady who baked tiny, white sugar-coated pastries for them, played them tunes on a music box with a little dancing monkey on top, had two canaries she sang to, and had hair Weetzie envied - perfect white hair that sometimes had lovely blue or pink tints. Grandma Fifi had Dirk and Weetzie bring her groceries, show her their new clothes, and answer the same questions over and over.”
Bee Walsh. Poetry Editor at "The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society." 24 years old. Veg. Edge. Feminist. Professional in NYC. Avid Post-Card Sender. Politics, Poise, Permutations. Lover of the loudest music. Beard enthusiast. Hues of purple aficionado.