As she passes by, everyone turn their attention to her. She has the usual scowl on her face. She has a simple message for the world: "I hate you." We believe she has to be at least 80 years of age. At her age she should have one foot in the grave. Her gait should be wonky with arthritic joints and eyesight failing. Were it not for the lines in her face I'd think she'd be around sixty.
Till this day, no one has seen her receive a single visitor and neither does she has any friends. She spends most of the day staring through the rectangle of glass to the folks that walk by, the delivery trucks and the traffic that stands still much of the time. All our efforts to talk to her fail miserably. Even Mrs Millers, the friendliest person in the neighborhood cannot get a smile from her. As we do not know her name, we refer to her as 'the old lady'.
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