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Karen has no idea what to be for Halloween. She's sitting cross-legged in front of the clothes box, surrounded by piles of Disney Princess costumes and fairy-wings. But she doesn't want to be a Disney Princess or a fairy. Those things are fine when you're a little girl, but Karen's nine, now. She wants to feel more grown-up. Sometimes, she sits on the steps of the compound and watches the women come and go, with their lovely clothes and their shoes and their pretty hair. She's got her hair-straighteners, but Rollie's terrible at pony-tails, let alone getting her hair to lie properly straight.
Karen sighs and roots through the box again.
Really, what Karen wants to be is older. She wants to be grown-up and wear make-up and have a boyfriend. Stuff like that. Grown up stuff. Instead, she's got ShorHor who's half-way through eating a net skirt...she's got Garm, who's sleeping with his head on a pile of shoes. Everything is slightly glittery.
It's pretty. For a moment, Karen gets distracted by a gauzy green skirt. She runs her fingers along an embroidered hemline.
The next thing she pulls out of the box is a tiara. After a moment's hesitation, she puts it on.
Maybe a Disney princess wouldn't be so bad, after all.
Just for one more year.
Karen sighs and roots through the box again.
Really, what Karen wants to be is older. She wants to be grown-up and wear make-up and have a boyfriend. Stuff like that. Grown up stuff. Instead, she's got ShorHor who's half-way through eating a net skirt...she's got Garm, who's sleeping with his head on a pile of shoes. Everything is slightly glittery.
It's pretty. For a moment, Karen gets distracted by a gauzy green skirt. She runs her fingers along an embroidered hemline.
The next thing she pulls out of the box is a tiara. After a moment's hesitation, she puts it on.
Maybe a Disney princess wouldn't be so bad, after all.
Just for one more year.