‘She could keep quiet, but she couldn’t lie’
Susan Lowenstein: “What did Savannah do after your mother burned her journals?”
Tom Wingo: “She took her fingers, and she wrote in the sand. And then she wrote in the air. She wrote poetry so mother wouldn’t understand it.”
Lowenstein: “In a sense, your mother helped to create a poet.”
Tom: “Bullshit, Lowenstein. She created a schizophrenic.”
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