Cat #: 157TZM
- At the end of a long term relationship, when it all comes crashing down and friends disappear. Loneliness sets in and memories warp. “Don’t make me An Old Bride” she’d said.
- She was an old hillside woman in her 70’s and a cold, icy bitch. I used to call her the Black Widow. “…you are becoming the Shell of Your Mother”
