she’d appeared , clad in what appeared an endless assortment of flowing fabric , umbrella balanced delicately against shouder , eyes hidden by overwhelming sunglasses , large & edging on glamorous . what a vision ! she stood , now , impatient at the door , knuckles landing exactly thrice against the wood . HONESTLY , THE NERVE OF WITCHES . . . to keep a woman waiting ! mouth tasted bitter / like iron . disgusting ! / @yourgrief .









