Kevin jumped in. "So… you change your name whenever you get tired of it?"
"Whenever it doesn't fit anymore. I'm not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn, I outgrow it, I change it" (13.23-24)
When someone turned and nodded, I felt grateful. If someone spoke to me, especially if I had not spoken first, I wanted to cry. I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence (23.3).
These words will come later from the parents lining the walk. For now, there are only stares as she makes her way from the entrance to the ball (31.15-20).