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For most of her life, Amy Foley has felt a step behind. Having lived in the formidable shadow of her older sister and her father's practically all-encompassing love of curling, she etched out a place on the sidelines and attempted to convince herself she could be content there. Contentment wasn't forthcoming, however, although Amy ended up an alcoholic, single mother before her twenty-fifth birthday in her pursuit of it.

Amy is thirty-two years old, of average height and slender with green eyes, a headful of curly dark hair and pale, freckled skin. She speaks with honesty, feels intensely, loves easily and often curses like a sailor. Her father just died of a heart attack, taking what little stability she had in her life with him.

Amy enters Tabula Rasa after her father's funeral but before the reading of his will. Her inventory at that time is:

[1] jean skirt, knee length
[1] red scoopneck blouse
[1] heather grey pullover
[1] white lace bra
[1] pair white lace thong panties
[1] pair dark brown low-heel pumps
[1] paring knife
[1] half-peeled potato
[1] pack of cigarettes, 3 smoked
[1] green plastic Bic lighter, fluid almost full
[4] tissues, 1 used

Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners in my mind
So much to do to set my heart right

It's taking so long
I could be wrong, I could be ready
But if I take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair

Stood on the corner for awhile
To wait for the wind to blow down on me
Hoping it takes with it my old ways
And brings some brand new luck upon me

It's taken so long
I could be wrong, I could be ready
But if I take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair

And now I'm walking in the park
And all of the birds they dance below me
Maybe when things turn green again
It will be good to say you know me

It's taken so long
I could be wrong, I could be ready
Oh but if I take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I'm never really ready
I'm in repair
I'm not together but I'm getting there


[Amy is from the film Men with Brooms. I'm not her, and I'm not Molly Parker. I get nothing from this journal but fangirly glee. Layout by grrliz.]

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