She Is Flashy and Weird
she is so artistic said one of the other bridge club ladies.
I knew she was dramatic, but had no idea she was also artistic.
she showed up at the next meeting wearing a splendiferous gown.
designed by whom? Versace? Gucci? Alexander McQueen?
she began to do a dance she had invented and we were mesmerized.
moved like a prima dona ballerina, not a bridge club lady.
she is odd, weird, too flashy for me, another woman said.
I resolved to grow up and try to be her; she amazed me at seven.
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