She drinks too much. She's old. She's a very pretty, feminine, soft looking and sounding woman but very conniving.
If she runs out of booze she will find some simple unquestioning neighbour to take her to emergency to get her pills until her next pension cheque. She's running out of obliging neighbours. Her daughters have her number and refuse to engage with her when she gets telephonitis late at night and harangues them on their failures.
I wouldn't want to be inside her head when she wakes up of a morning for this is how she immediately goes on Facebook with many expletives:
Tess inhales her morning swallow
Sorts out the thrum of her inside hollow.
She hits the keys, all caps and spleen
And shouts the world to smithereens.
And this is the kicker - I so admire the restraint of the responses:
Have a good day Tess! Heart emoticon
How's your garden coming, Tess? Flower emoticon
Enjoy your day! smiley face emoticon.
It brightens my morning, it's hard to explain. She says terrible things, sitting firmly on her pity pot with a long list of those she hates or have offended her or died on her.
But the responses never vary, all kind and normal sounding in the face of such abuse. That's what makes my day.
Human nature is magnificent.