She illustrated children's books. We met in London. She later moved to Silverlake. I live in Toronto, where when I mention "London" I have to add "England". Everyone knows where Silverlake is.
She was smaller than the truck's stick. The paintjob matched her eyes, so it looked best in a rainstorm. She even seemed to enjoy parallel parking that battlecruiser. She was like getting both the red and green with a cop behind me.
Five years later I was in a bughouse and they had one computer on the sixth floor where every day I could log on for 15 minutes. I searched her name and saw she was doing really well, which made me happy because her characters looked happy. She still had the same name, unlike me, and still lived in the desert.
this was great heather!
good one