Short story UC: Character 4

More on Laramie, following the Proust Questionnaire. Read the previous installments here and here.

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Where would you most like to live?

I like mountains, big, high, wild ones, like the Rockies. They feel strong and safe. I could be pretty happy in Denver, I guess, or anyplace that makes me feel like that.

What is your most treasured possession?

A book that was my sister’s: Nancy Drew: The Secret of Shadow Ranch. It was a Christmas present but she wasn’t so good at reading, so I read it to her. Of grown-up stuff, my wedding ring.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Not knowing and not knowing what to do.

What is your favorite occupation?

Like, job? God, it’s a lot easier to say what I don’t like. I was going to college for biology — thought I might be a teacher or work saving wildlife or something. Another thing I used to think about was being a counselor, like, helping kids out when something was wrong. Wish I could do that now.

What is your most marked characteristic?

People always think I’m younger than I am.

What do you most value in your friends?

Looking out for me and being loyal.

Who are your favorite writers?

I did most of my reading as a kid. Anne of Green Gables, Judy Blume, Black Beauty, The Incredible Journey, and Nancy Drew — the books. She wasn’t the writer. There’s one book Dan gave me, it was called Steal This Book. Have you heard of it? This guy wrote it in the ’60s, all about how to resist the government and — it was pretty smart. I can’t remember his name though.

Who is your hero of fiction?

Nancy, I guess. Every book, some jerk would come along, hit her over the head and stuff her in a closet. But she always got out, always figured it out, and kept right on snooping around — sleuthing, they called it.

Which historical figure do you most identify with?

How can I relate to a historical figure? Life’s too different now. If I could be like one, it would be Dr. King. Not what you expected a white girl from Carolina to say, right? I don’t care about that though. He wasn’t afraid, didn’t get confused. The way he spoke — “I’ve been to the mountain top” — I get goosebumps.

Who are your heroes in real life?

My husband, and all the guys like him. The girls too. The ones who went out to fight the sugar-sucking “war” that isn’t. They deserve more.