Tinna was my imaginary friend, captured on audio tape by my father in the 1950s. “Ginna’s a good girl. Tinna’s a bad girl.”
On the bus coming home from work this week, the sun knifed into the south-facing windows. A teenaged boy with a severe visual impairment sat in the row in front of me with his parents. I heard him complain, “The sun’s so loud. So bright in my ears.”
You are not, nor have you ever been, Tinna. Glad you finally found where you’d placed that quote.
Teleni: Bad Tinna. Bad. Thwap thwap thwap. Vewwy bad Tinna. “I’m gonna spank you. I’m gonna spank your tires. I’m gonna spank everything on you.”