She always wore a dress. It would have a colorful abstract pattern, or sometimes flowers, and short sleeves. She would wear or carry a matching sweater. Her shoes matched as did her bag. She did not call it a purse, always a bag. And she’d wear beads, not a necklace. Beads. Cheap ones, from the five and dime store. She’d call it that; now it’s probably a Walmart or Target. She ate lunch early, tunafish sandwich and a tangerine. Two “diet” cookies. Coffee. She might take a little walk, watch sitcoms and the news. Not sure why I hated her.