Isabelle was an old fashioned Lemur, from her brown frock to her addiction to her Blackberry.
Oh Yes, everyday was a splendid day when Marsha got to dress herself
The seasons came and went…by the time May rolled back around, Marsha was comfortable with her writer’s block.
Lucy found only one photograph of her great-Aunt Marsha…the family barely whispered her name, she had been the wild one.
Half way through a bottle of wine and a pink donut…she had to face it, even though she loved her accordion…she felt terribly alone.