“When we were young we didn’t need sex and drugs and we still enjoyed ourselves.”
The Duchess had told Alice what buttons mean but Alice didn’t know that everybody knew. She thought that only some people knew about the secret code, since hardly anybody ever spoke of it, though it seemed that everybody used it unconsciously.
Am I that transparent she thought. Yes Alice you are transparent. You are standing in their cups of tea and they are still talking about you. They think your shadow is an ominous sign of rain or significant of the general malaise of deteriorating society.
Its far too easy for the tarts. No-one blinks an eye when they don’t have a dress on. She didn’t want to be disgusted (what a great word!) She knew she should cheer them on but she hated them. Beside that they always looked so pleased with themselves and so self-assured. They seemed not to have ever met the Duchess or were oblivious of having been the subject of conversations. Perhaps they knew it all but enjoyed it.
Pram tarts were the worst. The babies cried out as evidence.
“My mother’s not a virgin!!”
The mothers dressed as if they needed to procreate immediately event though it was obvious that they were still breastfeeding. The period of lying –in completely and unceremoniously abandoned.
Can I touch your puffed sleeves?
What would happen thought Alice if I was inside the caterpillar and the caterpillar was inside me?
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