Wasn’t that long ago she was feted for her looks. Her demeanor was comfortably square with the rigid bun, nary a strand loose, roomy slacks covering long slim legs while revealing nothing. Until you see the inside of her house and then you learn who she is. When the young man moved in next door she judged him, in a word, poor. Dawdling on the sidewalk, tears barely under control he blurted this update to the lady with the bun as she pruned her petunias.

Source: Huffington Post April 16, 2017 13:52 UTC