Linda

Linda is a slip of a woman; a tiny little 5 foot, 89 pound 65 year old southern gal. She's divorced, drives a silver convertible mustang with a trunk full of cleaning supplies and a glass of sweet tea in the cupholder. She is called the Domestic Diva and cleans some of the nicest houses in Hilton Head. When she found out we didn't have a vacuum, she gave us one. She used to visit us every day at the jewelry store I worked at; she is my former boss' best friend. Some times she would join us for brek-ast (that's how she pronounces it), sometimes she'd bring her tiny little poodle as well.
Last week I found out that Linda has bone, liver, and brain cancer. And no health insurance. Friends are looking after her and doing her housekeeping work and donating the money that they get paid for it in hopes to be able to pay for her medical care.
Oh, Linda. I love ya, ya old bat.