13 February 2020: “Those four short months were nothing in time. Maybe it was the thing itself. Just being there, together. Two little girls who knew what nobody else in the world knew—how not to ask questions. How to believe what had to be believed. There was politeness in that reluctance and generosity as well.” --Toni Morrison, "Recitatif"
Getting ready to teach this story in American Ethnic Literature tomorrow and continue to be blown away by it, particularly the way Morrison gets us in the mind of an older narrator remembering her younger self. I've been thinking a bit about friendships from my youth this week, specifically about how my impressions of them and their meanings have changed over the years. This story leans right into that spot in my brain/heart.
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