To Alison's favorite words
||Alison wore her thinness like a statement of fashion. She was savvy enough
to know that looking good was the most important thing. When looking good
stopped happening for Alison, the pent up and seething words of a lifetime
behind the needle became the testament to a life of self loathing and fright.|
"I got straight for this shit?!", she'd shout angrily.
Alison had two kids. She had fought hard to win them back from the state
agency that had removed them from her home during a needle period. She
wanted them back so that she could say goodbye and to be sure that they
had good homes to go to.
||When her daughter was eleven, Alison reminisced, "We sat in my bed
and I explained that I might die. Maybe God wanted Mommy with Him. I was
very sick and caught a virus 'on the street.' I reassured her that heaven
was a nice place with lots of light."|
|| "I told her that I loved her."|
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