Magazines, newspapers, letters strewn across every table. Flowerpots, paperweights, nick-knacks atop every remaining empty surface. "Tacky" was the word that first came to mind. Ledges, counters, and all but one chair are drowned in the mess. The last chair is the womans.Β Β She used to keep a few other chairs vacant in case of company, but as she continued to grow slower she couldn't make the effort
and an extra chair was never needed anyway.
Us teenagers thing we're so edgy and tortured. All this time, the friendless old ladies been the real heavy souls