Everyone thinks her to be a loon.
She grew things in her garden that made the house wives blush.
She had once been in love but now not.
In her dreams she drove race cars down scottish roads.
Her child grew up and went to Yale.
After his third year he died in a car wreck in northern Kentucky.
At the funeral she did not shed one tear.
She requested "The son I never knew" be inscribed on his head stone.
She loved her car and her records.
Her favorite time of day were those that included dancing.
She hated her carpet and ripped it up and out.
There were few people that knew her well.
She swam everyday and knew the alphabet backwards.
Her sisters loved her but had spoken to her in fifteen years.
They blamed their Fathers death on her.
her mother just drank.
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