Sharon: You a cop?
Me: No, are you?
Sharon: No… Can you give me a ride to the store?
Me: Sure, Hop in.
Sharon: So, what you lookin for baby.
Me: I’m a photographer and I take pictures of people I meet and tell their stories.
Sharon: Really? I got a story for you. Where you gonna put it?
Me: On my website and I’m working on a book.
My dad raped me from the time I was 9 til I was 13, almost every day.
Me: I’m sorry.
Sharon: I never had a first boyfriend or a first kiss or anything like that. It was always dad. Everything I learned about sex, I learned from him. But I never sucked him. Only sex… I never told anybody that…
Me: Do you think you’ll ever forgive him?
Sharon: Hell no, he did it to my sisters too. One of my sisters has a baby by him. I mean, I’ll forgive him the way Jesus does. He’s sicker than me but I’ll never forgive him for what he did. Made me have mental problems too.
Sharon: Yeah, how you know that?
Me: I’ve known people with similar stories. Do you ever talk to a shrink?
Sharon: I’ve talked to plenty. They all the same. Same questions, same answers. I feel like, look mother fucker, read my chart, it’s all right there. You’re a lot easier to talk to than them and you’re cute too *smiles and giggles.
Me: Ha. I’m glad you can talk to me. You know somewhere that’s a little shady that we can take a few pictures?
Sharon: Shady? Like… shady?
Me: *smile not shady like that. The sun is harsh right now. I need shade to get a good picture of you.
Sharon: Oh yeah, I got a spot. Turn left.