My friends are worried about me.
"How are things going at home?"
"Is Jim treating you well?" You know, all the questions people ask
when they're suspecting domestic abuse. I understand they are just
trying to reach out, to show they care. Of course they would ask. My
face is awfully scratched and scarred. "Everything is fine, don't
worry, really. It'sjust that I can't handle my long nails, I'm so clumsy.
Eversince I let them grow it's like I‘m fighting with myself" They think
I'm in denial. I was telling the truth. I mean you should've seen the
other girl. She scurried back to where she came
from. The bathroom