age23 - denny
After university I got a job in a Dunedin government department. Hopelessly overqualfied, I was adrift amongst real people - working class mums (salt of the earth in my experience) and loutish young folk.
One day I was busy pushing bits of paper around my desk as usual when Denny, the most gorgeous person there, walked up and asked if I wanted to contribute to the booze fund for the Xmas party. When I explained that it wasn't my scene (I would be spending Christmas at home drinking home brew with Mary Hopkin), she said "well suit yourself then" and flounced off.
After that, I would occasionally notice her deep in concentration, bending over someone's desk. I had to look away.
When I asked around, I found out she had a boyfriend, a rugby player who mistreated her. If she was mine, I'd treat her properly. A few years later I would find out just how hard it was to get her to accept being treated well. And after she was dead I found out why.
The picture of Denny was taken a few years before I first met her. Just look at that wonderful defiant stare. Magnificent! I think the thumb-prints around her bazookas were already there when I inherited the photo. I wonder whose they are?
One day I was busy pushing bits of paper around my desk as usual when Denny, the most gorgeous person there, walked up and asked if I wanted to contribute to the booze fund for the Xmas party. When I explained that it wasn't my scene (I would be spending Christmas at home drinking home brew with Mary Hopkin), she said "well suit yourself then" and flounced off.
After that, I would occasionally notice her deep in concentration, bending over someone's desk. I had to look away.
When I asked around, I found out she had a boyfriend, a rugby player who mistreated her. If she was mine, I'd treat her properly. A few years later I would find out just how hard it was to get her to accept being treated well. And after she was dead I found out why.
The picture of Denny was taken a few years before I first met her. Just look at that wonderful defiant stare. Magnificent! I think the thumb-prints around her bazookas were already there when I inherited the photo. I wonder whose they are?
Comments
Perhaps the police can throw some light on the fingerprints.
MM III