3428. In order to
be kind I have left out the blotched skin and the discolorations, random
unexpected patches of hair and her tendency to spit over her dentures when she
talked, squinting all the time, and looking off to the side.
3429. First she
put her bony hands on both my shoulders and turned me so that my back was to
the hallway wall so that we were face to breasts. I was about eye lever with
her caramel colored broach. Then, for several seconds nothing happened and she
stood in front of me still holding me in place near the wall with her arms
outstretched.
3430. Then she
took a step forward and I staggered back a step, like the first steps of a
tango where the man is completely inept.
3431. I dropped
the mirror, the glass of which shattered into fragments. She then took another
step toward me and her shoes began to grind into the glass fragments. Finally
she pushed me right up against the wall and my head hit the bricks.
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