Look how pretty Marigold is!!! Doesn’t she look lovely and charming? All the warmth and goodness this world needs? Well beneath that adorable surface lies the black heart of a nuisance graffiti tagger. That’s right - nobody knows but at night, when her husband is sleeping, she creeps out of bed, dresses in a black hoodie and sneaks away to wreak havoc on her pristine neighborhood. Down the street she soars on her bike, to spray paint ‘TITZ’ on the side of the post office drop box receptacle. Do you remember when someone spray painted ‘JEEZ’ in huge, puffy letters in turquoise with a black shadowing on the side of the drugstore exterior wall? That was Marigold. She couldn’t tell you why she does it. Something inside her yearns to push back against the clean, orderly world in which she seemingly thrives and fits. She sees a traffic signal control cabinet and she MUST cover it with a nonsensical bubble word. She cannot control the urge. Yeez, Zerk, Bros, Titz, Zoom, Solo, Nasty - these are the portals through which her complicated and bizarre compulsion asserts itself. No bus stop is safe. Park benches beckon her. She can’t even begin to think about the siren’s call of a train car. It’s DOPE. TAKE HER HOME!
This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.