I'm not exactly sure about the dwarf!;)
That must be her subconscious, throwing shadows on her reverie :)
I'll never forget the ignominy of it, being escorted from the theatre.
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One of the things we share, you and I: embarrassment. Not momentary, but a chronic embarrassment that sort of defined our relationship to the world (for me, anyway).
You'd divulge your secrets--we do that here, anyway :)
You're so right. I was ashamed of my drunken mother and my crazy father who got a great kick out of sending letters to my school just to embarrass me, Then there was my elephant ears, my lopsided homemade clothes and my brother in the mad house.