Liberty's Sparkle (30)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (30)"
   
   Liberty wasn't the type to get pissed, not even at God for her cruel, historic circumstances.  A departing mother, a father she cradled in her arms until his death.  Nope, Liberty didn't know the word GRUDGE; alas, she felt a little prick from Wanda's visit, and it had wounded her impoverished essence.  As a result--she sought out Faye to talk about it, wending her way in the hybrid through the Michigan grasslands till upon the patch of real estate she used to inhabit.  There, she went into Faye's apartment, the lost Goth girl still getting more conservative by the day, in her attire especially, ornamented in a stylish pair of khaki pants and a golfing shirt.
  
LIBERTY
I mean Tom's sister is a real character.  Can you believe she said all that to us--in our faces, as if. 

FAYE
Mere bravado.  The privileged, with no asymmetry in their souls, fitting in perfect with a twisted society.  Listen girlfriend--she tried to manipulate you.  Like the shinobi, or as we call them, the mystical ninja.  She was attempting to squeeze you out of Tom's life, or make you feel guilty for being in it.  Preying on your innocence.  The art of deception.  

LIBERTY
How should I handle it all?

FAYE
Don't give a damn.  Don't let her rattle you.  People that preach without love in their hearts are just plain rotten.  They don't understand poverty; moreover, what put us in this position.  Just love her girl, and I mean really love her--it's like putting hot ash on her head, especially if you mean it.

LIBERTY
Gee Faye, you've become so, uh, such a classy lady.

FAYE
Even a tramp can have resurrection of the complete soul.  Thanks to you Liberty.  The love that lives in you.  I knew it the minute I first saw you--you're a decent, loving person.  And that's all that matters, especially in the end.