Clara
No, that wasn't true at all. Some part of her enjoyed being the center of attention. Thrived on what they said about her and what they did to her. How they didn't really care. She was a hole to them. A willing hole. Their bucket.
Written from three different viewpoints. Clara, who she is and what she does, is barely understood by those who know her, including Clara herself.
Links to the story are found on the Clara page.
Lynn
Lynn lived for the moment; at least that's how I see it now. Being in that moment was what was important. She herself could only get there by saying yes or sure (my favorite word in the English language because of how she said it). She had to be open for the moment, always ready. My job was to present moments -- either myself or others -- or appreciate the moments she collected by happenstance.
Lynn quit college at the end of her freshman year but ends up back on campus needing a place to stay for a while. Lynn is passed along to Greg by his roommate and he remembers what it was like back in 1968.
Links to the story are on the Lynn page.