capture. She made it though, and soon after started risking her life on a regular basis heading back south to lead more slaves to freedom. Hearing about Harriet Tubman exhausted me. I had a stash of mini-marshmallows in my backpack. I kept eating them to keep my strength up.
Harriet Tubman was someone with a life purpose.
âWhat if you have no life purpose?â I ask.
Blecher spoons yogourt into her yob. Sheâs acting a little aloof because I caught her reading a Double Digest Archie comic hidden inside a National Geographic .
âI mean,â I clarify, âdonât you think itâs possible that some people donât have a life purpose?â
Harriet Tubman lived to be ninety-two. No way do I want to live to be ninety-two.
âYour life purpose reflects your deepest values,â Blecher says.
I canât even think of my shallowest values, never mind my deepest ones.
âLiving your life purpose,â Blecher says, ârequires being clear and aligning yourself with your spiritual nature, moving past your inner blocks.â
I listen for the lunch bell. I only came here to get away from Bonehead and company who have taken to calling me a bull dyke and braying in my direction.
âInner blocks can defeat us all,â Blecher says. She taps her temple and her gut in case I donât know the meaning of inner blocks . âYou are your own worst enemy,â she adds.
âCan you give me some examples of people with life purposes?â I ask, stalling for time. âI mean, I can only think of dead ones.â
Blecher rips a granola bar wrapper with her teeth.
âHarriet Beecher Stowe would be a good candidate,â I say. âBut sheâs dead.â
âHarriet who?â
âShe wrote Uncle Tomâs Cabin.â
âHavenât read that one.â She starts chomping the granola bar.
âIt was the first novel to really expose slavery in America,â I explain, knowing sheâs bored out of her mind. âShe wrote it long before old Mark Twain figured out to write Huckleberry Finn , which is everybodyâs all-time favourite novel. Personally I think the last third needs work. Everybody talks like old Mark was the first one to point the finger at slavery, but the truth is it was Harriet. You have to wonder how much longer it would have taken to get the Civil War going without Harriet blowing the whistle.â
Blecher crumples up the granola bar wrapper and pitches it at the trash can, missing it, of course. With her mouth full of oats she canât speak, which is a plus. She holds up a finger to indicate that she will offer words of wisdom after she gets the fibre down. Fortunately the bell goes.
Rossi corners me at my locker. âI said I was sorry,â she says.
âDonât sweat it,â I say.
âDoyle invited me to Kirstenâs party. Do you mind?â
âNot at all.â
âYou guys arenât going steady or anything?â
âNegative.â
She stands gnawing on a Bic. Under all that sparkly eyeliner I see the kid I used to know and I feel so sad. Because she was my best friend and we had answers and now we donât know anything .
âEverybody thinks itâs really cool that youâre writing a play.â
âWho says Iâm writing a play?â
âDid you really kick Larry Bone in the face?â
âI didnât kick anybody.â
âHe says heâs going to whip your ass.â
I walk away from her, to my biology class where I can get some sleep.
âCome over later?â she asks.
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