Amy was short and thin, with graying red hair and sharp dark eyes. She was a rural mail carrier for 23 years and a true eccentric. She listened to a police scanner in the kitchen, fed raccoons on her porch, spoke nearly every word she ever thought, cussed a good deal of them and laughed until she started hacking.
She lived alone — her husband died eight years ago — with a poodle named Jake and so many cats my nose was grateful when she lit up a smoke.
She pulled out two photos for me. The first showed her filling a giant beige bra before she had a double mastectomy a few years back.
I wanna be a true eccentric when I grow up. I'm going to invest in a police scanner. I guess I'll have to get a poodle at some point and live out in the boonies so that I can feed raccoons on my porch.
I wanna be a true eccentric when I grow up....but I'm not a redhead. ;o) Love you, 'Risa!
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