#87, Val

A slight, fashionably silver-haired elderly woman with an always-there smile at her lips. Little bit of a hunch, and usually clutching something-a bag, a jacket, a newspaper-to her chest. We met her at the Starbucks when Nat was trying to study there. She was English, and always talked about England, and flying to and from. She was perpetually writing a book. Sometimes it would get awkward, when she talked about politics, but we ignored the conservative commentary and tried to change the subject. She would always end the conversations with "well, i suppose i'd better get home and feed the dog, and make some supper of my own.." i never did see the dog. Now that Nat and i are broken up, and i never really go to that Starbucks anymore, i will miss you, Val! Hope you get the book done.