She rolled into Nazareth and was feeling about a half past dead.
“I find her very tragic,” she told me.
“What was she like when she was young?”
“We were close. Very, very close. That’s hard to believe now, isn’t it?”
“What else was she like?”
“She was so smart. She was a great actress actress. Hard, hard worker. She would get up in the morning and work, work, work. You two are a lot alike in that respect. She didn’t drink much, but when she did, she got drunk. Also like you."
"And what else?"
"She was beautiful but she tried to look bad. She would wear headscarves and glasses and no make up. Not when she was on stage, but in real life. She was a militant feminist. Everyone was then but she was always pretty fucked up with men. She was book smart.”
“When did she become like she is now?”
“Like all illnesses, it was progressive.”
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