Ha Ha! Discussion Question 2!
Apr. 21st, 2005 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commotiocordisWhy did Clarissa know she could never ask for her dress back?
The dress Clarissa lent to Susie would never return to her possession. Because Susie had it
when she died, it became part of her untouchable belongings. Though everyone took things from
her room, no one would admit it or go in to retrieve Clarissa’s dress. Only Susie’s sister Lindsey
allowed herself to be seen in the deceased child’s room: “‘Sorry to disturb you, hon,’ she said. ‘I
thought I heard you in here’” (Sebold 106). Mrs. Salmon spoke shortly to Clarissa when she began
to comment on Lindsey wearing her dress: “‘What is it, Clarissa?’ my mother snapped” (Sebold 111).
This may have resulted from the realization that Clarissa, Susie’s friend, lived while her own
daughter did not. Clarissa felt it unfair to take away another reminder of their child when so much
had gotten stolen away by Susie Salmon’s murder.
Not quite long enough, but shh. Now it's off to bed. This is the last time I'm posting today. Honest. I need to write more of my story. Or another story. I've got so many beginnings of stories lying around, just begging for someone to finish them. I want to finish The Hookup by the time school is out. Like 27 school days left. So I better get writing.
Blessed Be,
Alexandria
The dress Clarissa lent to Susie would never return to her possession. Because Susie had it
when she died, it became part of her untouchable belongings. Though everyone took things from
her room, no one would admit it or go in to retrieve Clarissa’s dress. Only Susie’s sister Lindsey
allowed herself to be seen in the deceased child’s room: “‘Sorry to disturb you, hon,’ she said. ‘I
thought I heard you in here’” (Sebold 106). Mrs. Salmon spoke shortly to Clarissa when she began
to comment on Lindsey wearing her dress: “‘What is it, Clarissa?’ my mother snapped” (Sebold 111).
This may have resulted from the realization that Clarissa, Susie’s friend, lived while her own
daughter did not. Clarissa felt it unfair to take away another reminder of their child when so much
had gotten stolen away by Susie Salmon’s murder.
Not quite long enough, but shh. Now it's off to bed. This is the last time I'm posting today. Honest. I need to write more of my story. Or another story. I've got so many beginnings of stories lying around, just begging for someone to finish them. I want to finish The Hookup by the time school is out. Like 27 school days left. So I better get writing.
Blessed Be,
Alexandria
