In the past, when I made a living as an attorney (indeed, in fact), people
would hassle me about
everything I wore, and said, and discussed, and listened to, and put in my
hair, and surrounded myself with, and enjoyed. It was a sad time, a bad time.
But for now, at least I like to imagine, I am free.
Speaking my mind is truly all the revenge I need.
All set now?
Why "Rebecca?"
Copyright 1995, 1996 Rebecca Eisenberg mars@bossanova.com