Hypocrite In A Pouffy White Dress - Plot & Excerpts
They were wearing white party dresses that looked like spun sugar and tiny crowns made of seed pearls. Most unbelievably, they each had on a real lace veil. Seeing them dressed like that made me spastic with envy.“Mom! Look at Carmella and Lisa!” I shouted, bouncing up and down and pointing. “Can I be that? Can I? Oh please Oh please Oh please?”My mother laughed. “You want to be a Puerto Rican girl in a communion dress?” she said. “Honey, we’re not even Catholic.”Until that moment, I’d thought being Puerto Rican simply meant you spoke Spanish and were allowed to get your ears pierced. But now, child genius that I was, I saw that it also meant you got to parade around on the steps of the Church of the Holy Name dressed like a miniature bride. A whole new vista of desire opened before me, and immediately, I set about campaigning to become Hispanic.Fishing a doily and a tiny, beaded basket out of my closet, I stuck them on my head and promenaded around our apartment, enunciating loudly, “Uno, dos, tres.
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