You're Coming to My Funeral

Sometimes she is the person in the book who watches the sunset with me at five o'clock in the evening. Sometimes she is the person who rushes to my house when I break up, beats me up and tells me to clean up and stop acting like a village girl. From the sunset to that fat beating, it was a full seven years, from the age of twelve or thirteen to the age of eighteen or nineteen. The two little girls, fluttering and fluttering, became extremely anxious adults. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.