I'm not one to get attached to words, but this is a chance for release. she's worried about the paint on her nails and not what's underneath them. i wouldn't wish such a death on another creature.
i rub my eyes. there is something in this ice that's making me melt. I watch her soak up condensation with her sleeve. exceptions for most are accepted by some...
do you want another?
"yes! I will have a glass."
wine for breakfast, then some makeup will do her good. maybe I will get everything I've always wanted. the arthritis in my hands says hard work pays off.
