Marcia 76 x 365

The bane of my childhood existence, Chris’ younger sister, Marcia seemed to be everything my parents wanted me to be until our teacher accidentally read them Marcia’s grades instead of mine. Later, teen-aged Marcia seemed to bond more with my mom than I did, and that hurt.

Marcia. Marcia. Marcia.

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Indigo Bunting said…
Oh god, I love this one. I was already at the Bradys with Chris (Knight) and Marcia in the same sentence. Well done.
11/30/06, 11:33 AM
Cedar Waxwing said…
Thanks -

Whenever I mention her to my family (they chant "Marcia, Marcia, Marcia".

I really owe her a debt of gratitude. She found my husband for me (and I found her husband for her), so she's not all bad memories.
11/30/06, 11:49 AM
Indigo Bunting said…
Yeah, that sounds like a happy ending!
12/1/06, 2:56 PM
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