11 NOV 05
"I couldn't really be a beauty operator in Yonkers," I say to Aunt Mae (who wishes we wouldn't move). Because we are moving, Max and I--to Florida? so I can do this beauty parlor, hair-cutting thing. I imagine the hair falling to the floor. What kind of music could we play in the shop?
My father (a different guy) is upset. He's in a ranch house (white siding, maybe some brick). "But what about a studio?" he seems to be saying to me (mentally). "What about painting?"
free will, theory of: 1. the belief that, given again the same conditions, humans can will to do otherwise than what they did do.
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