I Know She Is a Freak

This person was one of the new Proautonomists. I feared them so I stayed out of her way, fearing her. She wore her screaming hair in a bunched up wad It looked like fireworks, spreading out and up in all directions. In a wide variety of colors, mostly purples and oranges. Have you actually spoken to her? My mother queried. This irritated me; she has never worked outside her home. What would she know about a co-worker? NOTHING! I do not have to speak to her, I told her, to know she is a freak. “I taught you better,” she said. This bothered me for a week or two. So I sat with the freak at lunch. I have never laughed so hard in my life. She held back nothing. She listened to me too, and made my stories sound interesting. She had a gift, this weird crazy exciting Proautonomist. My mother might not know anything about co-workers, but she sure knew about people.