Right now I’m working on my long-neglected novel called Roses For Margaret, based on some of my experiences in the past. I’m on chapter eleven at the moment, though some of the chapters further on have been done to some extent.
Platonic, was a very good word to describe her relationship with Evangeline Bassett, thought Margaret. In class they had been studying the different types of love, and Margaret had come to the realisation that her love for Evangeline was platonic. She fixated on that word with a passion, and at the same time acknowledged that she loved Evangeline with all her heart. It would never do to love a girl with more than Plato’s ideals in mind, she thought, and pushed all her summer love dreams to the back of her mind. Besides, she thought; I’m not a lesbian; she looked upon the word with disgust and thinly veiled interest, like a dead bird on the corner of the road, rotting yet fascinating in a distant, morbid kind of way.
Through love and life, Margaret is faced with many trials, each person as confusing and complex as the next.