“I’m coming with you!” V cried to Adam and Eve. “I’m taking your plunge!”
And V leapt from the place she’d been born (in the crook of a branch of the Tree of Knowledge) onto the stunned couple. She planted her imprint in the animal skins they hugged around them, creating the first primitive couture, furry V-necked vestments they could fit over their heads. Then they left the verdure of the Garden to venture into the cold.
V had to go with them. How could she stay living in innocence? She was born to be fashionable.
Through the centuries her point became more precise (especially after the invention of scissors), yet V was not interested in making points, but in being them.
Molly Peacock is the author of, most recently, The Widow’s Crayon Box.