I"d like to become more attractive, I thought. I had looked at myself in the photo the Detective took the day he came knockin" at my door, didn"t like what I saw. I"d put on a lot of weight since starting the psych meds I was on and thought maybe Dr. Blanche could give me something different. I might do something with my hair. I pulled it back. It was bleached white and the brown was growing out. Hmmm, violet eyes, not bad looking face, rather round, but my face tended to be oval shaped when I didn"t weigh so dang much. Twelve years ago my hair was blonde. It had darkened and I did something about it, maybe the bleached white wasn"t a good idea at my age. I was only twenty-four and looked like a hag.
Something could be done, I thought.
I could hear the rain drumming on the tin roof of th
