Sunday, February 22, 2009
Hoarder Named Bea - Conclusion
In a panic, I backed out, closed the door and decided that this must be the messy, abandoned place and the rest would be better. I tried the apartment on the other side of the foyer and found exactly the same thing except there was no piano that I could see. No wonder she lived upstairs, I thought...
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Saturday, February 21, 2009
Hoarder Named Bea - Part IV
She had been born in that building with a midwife in attendance. She had lived her whole life there, never having traveled out of the city, and she died there at the foot of the stairs in the foyer. She had never gone to school, never worked outside the home, never had a television. Yet, she was a...
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Hoarder Named Bea - Part III
"I used to have a cat," she said, "but I don't know what happened to him. One day I just realized I hadn't seen him for a while. I was pretty awful about remembering to feed and water him. So, now I just talk to myself when I'm at home. She didn't spend much time at home. She went to anything and...
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Hoarder Named Bea - Part II
She was a sweet old lady with a few odd quirks that I overlooked because I liked her. Through the years, she became a family friend, almost a family member. She was intelligent and witty. She loved to talk politics and religion. She made my husband feel good by asking his opinion. She loved to watch...
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
A Hoarder Named Bea
...I never knew her name, never talked to her, until the day she was mugged. She carried her purse clutched in her left arm against her breast with the strap over her shoulder. I was driving down the street behind her when I was horrified to see a young man run up behind her and try to grab her...
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