a woman died. she was pretty old. she was married to a judge who subscribed to playboy. he died first. she wore fur coats & cashmere sweaters & silk scarves and read the bible and lived in a modest house with a beautiful view. she sewed her own dresses and starched & ironed her napkins and made christmas cookies. she was a big fan of wallpaper.
these are the facts as i deciphered them. estate sales are a strange and intimate taste of bittersweet.
life is short, and things are things.
there are some napkins on my table.