My Ex-Husband's Landlady
You might think I am being unkind when I say “crazy shrub-haired widow” in reference to my ex-husband’s landlady, but I assure you I am not.
You might think I am being unkind when I say “crazy shrub-haired widow” in reference to my ex-husband’s landlady, but I assure you I am not.
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“Any gossip, m’dear?” Granny Kettlebridge asks me. What she means by this is “Have you bonked anyone new and interesting lately?” There is a crow at the window and we are in her kitchen, the kitchen that has been her kitchen for 79.8 years and was her own
“I saw a frog!” a girl or boy might say. So that day we would learn about frogs, and draw, or even make, frogs.
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The walk from the car to the river is leisurely, mostly because every time we see a bird or someone’s dog, Louise insists on stopping to look at them through the hagstone to find out if they are bullshitting about being birds and dogs.