Mrs. Miriam:
At first I thought it mighty
exciting to meet the young girl at the theatre. She made me feel young again; I
mean who would’ve thought that a woman at my age would daringly buy a ticket
for a young girl illegally at the picture film? I felt like a criminal, but it was unfortunately the wrong thing to do.
It’s not terribly common to meet a little girl at a movie at night, which
is why I felt eerily excited. It wasn’t until that dreadful night that Mr.
Capote turned my simple life into a quite awful one. I find it rude that Mr. Capote would put a creature like that girl into my life. It exhausted me. I suppose
you could say that I was afraid of this little girl because of the way she followed me. Which is why I am infuriated. For heaven’s sake, why did
you throw this upon me Mr. Capote? I hear that you wanted my simple life of
routine to be taken away. I have evidence of this because near the end of this little story you state, “for the only
thing she had lost to Miriam was her identity” (Capote 49).
My, is this vulgar girl meant to be
this thing that I have always been afraid of? This fear, if I may say, of me
having to step out of my comfort zone and become social, rather than being a
recluse. It’s ridiculous. I have always had the fear that some person or thing would
corrupt my dear life, but oh how to have a young fearsome being do that to me. Please
child- I know life is supposed to be erratic, but how dare you mister. When I
told the young girl, “suppose-perhaps you should put it back,” I not only
wanted her to put my brooch from my husband back, but also my simple life (Capote
42). It is cruel to treat an old woman like that Mr. Capote. This child has
taken away my life. Now I am too exhausted to know what to do next.
Here are some gruesome pictures I captured for the police men:
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