#*kaye.

kaye is her own person/character. she has her own unique plot that i'm still mapping out.

but the vibe i'll be trying to imbue her with is: the effective but misled rebuttal of "what if that girl was your mother or daughter or sister?" to prevent others (i.e. men) from doing harm. what agency and autonomy do you lose when seen through this lens?

the narrative itself has imprinted on her. she can't exist outside this beloved relation. she has, to some degree—real or entirely cultivated, it's never clear—an aura about her that evokes that relational closeness. she's the maternal holy trinity: daughter, sister, mother. you can feel it. she's like a universal brood parasite egg. you want to love her. you do love her.

lee's future memories of her at every stage of her life really aid/amplify this affliction for her: in world and/or narration.

it's ultimately a successful (figurative? literal? does the difference matter? are they entangled?) expression of imbedded, persuadable love. we all want everyone to understand how uniquely and profoundly lovable our daughter/sister/mom is and have everyone feel that for them, too. this story has done that.