A Truck Stop Rainbows

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…attitudes who gradually and almost imperceptibly becomes a commercial prostitute" (200). Fialka observes this metamorphosis, and compares her identity to a butterfly: I have watched myself as a caterpillar in a jar...nibbling leaves, anxiously searching for a twig and beginning to spin the miraculous cocoon. I have watched the cocoon splitting open within myself--and what crawls out of it? A hideous, scowling death's-head moth, haughty and ostentatious, who laboriously inflates herself and spreads her wings. (200)