Lonely landlady.
Broke up with her boyfriend. Father died. Cat ran away.
Sits in her living room waiting for our car, for us to stop for a minute while unloading groceries, for someone to talk with.
My ex is kinder than me. Spends a few minutes with her, while I resolutely march groceries into the house.
I should be kinder, and more patient. But, I want to be alone.
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