And I wonder. What will it feel like? Is there anything about it that scares me, just a little? Have I needed for some nutty reason to live hand to mouth all these years? Will I screw this up for myself somehow?
I decided at 56-1/2 years of age that I would like to have been called all my life simply by one name, like Colette. I would like to have had one name that was mine, that fit me, that never changed. That's me: Sutton. And this is my place.
(Except maybe for her goddamn brassiere.)