by Clara Roberts Gillaume Didelet “And if the people stare, then the people stare. I really don’t know and I really don’t care.”—The Smiths I. Hand in Glove ​At seventeen, I lose my innocence. I am torn open. It is October 2007. My Nokia cell phone is ringing, and I hide my body inside an oversized gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants, enveloped by three layers of blankets and the voices of redemption: Bob Dylan, New Order, Smashing Pumpkins, The Psychedelic Furs, The Cranber