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"Why are you staring at me?" she demands to know, self-consciously, like she's imagining a zit on the end of her nose. Maybe there is one--or something stuck in her teeth, or a price tag hanging on, or a major "frump" thing happening. I wouldn't know--I don't see it. "It's a habit, Carrie," I say. "I've been staring now for a very long time." Take a picture, they say. It lasts longer. But it's not true. Sure, a snapshot of a three-year-old who dressed herself records the mismatched knee socks and the cowboy boots worn with the frilly Easter dress. A camcorder chronicles a little girl on a virgin bike ride, and a teen-aged Irish dancer winning a competition. But it's the subtleties I'm after--the nuances of flashing eyes, not flashing bulbs. The inflections in her body language that a camera cannot detect, the almost imperceptible changes in the tone of her voice when she looks the way she looks. It's Carrie I'm after, and always have been, and always will be. "Why are you staring at me?" she demands to know. It's a habit, Carrie. It's just a life-long habit.
Posted by Katy on 03/17/01 at 09:34 AM
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