was cherry and cherry was Baskin. She became an 80s freak, wearing her hair big as cotton candy, leggings, and her lips seemed like cherries. She fell in love with the music, not men. I like the songs men make in me, she once explained to a mystified therapist.
The guys never minded much. Baskin was the fourth person this had happened to. There was never anything intimate about their relationship, but she adored the music and because music radiated from Baskin, she adored Baskin as no one ever had and even though he hated country music, he liked the way her eyes narrowed when she was concentrating, he liked how she talked about banjos and harpsichords, and he liked her brand of confusion, which intrigued him. Initially, he even liked that there was an expiration date to this crazy intense whatever kind of infatuation it was.
Published on Feb 20, 2012