October 2008
1 post
Sometimes, It's Okay to be Catty
I was parked in front of a friend’s house and ready to get out of the car when I noticed the old lady across the street. She came slowly out of her house dressed in her nightgown with thick, blue socks rolled down around the tops of her clunky black shoes. A hard scowl pressed her wrinkles into an expression that wasn’t altogether inviting. She stooped to peer at something under the overgrown...