When the levees broke, the people of New Orleans were tested. Those who stayed, stayed for a reason. With that came a sense of purpose and community. That’s what happens in a crisis. All the bullshit falls away, and what’s left is so raw and vulnerable. It’s agony to let other people see you so exposed. It takes a huge amount of trust, and for most of us, that trust was shattered long ago. But, like it or not, we need each other. And we need each other desperately. My mother was right. The world isn’t safe for a girl like me. But maybe I’m not safe for the world, either. And since I’ll never be able to experience real love, might as well put this curse to some use.