Here is a favorite short story I wrote a few years ago. It came about as a result of a conversation I had with a former customer, an elderly lady who went to the local senior center once a week to play cards with a bunch of other senior ladies who were, to say the least--well, cards.ELSPETH THE GOSSIPEven with the window closed, you could still hear the bees buzzing around the hydrangeas and the jonquils. The noise wasn't enough to drown out Elspeth Higginbotham though. Everyone at the Senior...
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