she considers us her servants
At one time she was the belle of the ball
Those days are over
Way over
Most of her classmates are gone
She has buried four husbands
She tries to be sophisticated
Puts on airs
Considers us her servants
She has lost her fortunes
All five of them
She does not remember many things
We working for free now
Most of us do not mind
She was truly generous when she did have money
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