Another Karen 145 x 365

My mom’s friend Karen had a personality that made a teenager feel at home. I’d ride my bike to her house just to talk. That’s why I still get sad remembering her apologies for not remembering our conversations after electro-shock therapy. Last known address: the Douglas Hotel, a homeless shelter.

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Indigo Bunting said…
Heartbreaking.
2/6/07, 7:30 AM
Helen said…
Yes, very...
2/6/07, 12:18 PM
Bridgett said…
This twinned with the Mike entry next is just so sad.
2/9/07, 1:19 PM
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