I knew the measure of my bitchiness when i was nine
i confronted a blond girl in the hallway of school.
"I used to have a coat just like that," I told her.
I knew exactly what I was doing. She looked
"It had the same fur trim around the hood, the same
magenta buttons, the same silver zipper. Where did
you get it?"
She mumbled something unintelligible and i knew i was a
"It's a nice coat, i remember, cause i had one just like it."
I told my mother about it and saw the disappointment in her eyes.
"I donated that coat, kiddo. You grew out of it, remember?"
It was mine and now it's her's and i let her know it.