When I arrived home from buying a coffee cake roll from 99 Ranch as a token of my appreciation for the hard work of the twosome the prior day, Maw reported that the divorced nutter stopped hammering.
Why is she hammering on the top of her patio when she could have her handyman of a second husband (or an illegal ALIEN) do the job for her? He is being irresponsible because the crazy one needs direct supervision. For all Maw cares, she could be spying into our backyard or better yet hurtle her poor self off the deep end.
An imagery came to my small mind of a lost soul, nay, a demon possessed fleshy body. She kept hammering away – similar to a ghost story in which an entrapped ghost in the attic would knock on the door or wall. It’s sad really to see something so tragic. Yet I felt humored because people can overcome those entities.
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