she might be a hoarder

She might be a hoarder we guessed that day. When she came gliding by what else could we say? Attached to her somewhere was a plethora of stuff. Books, gifts, purses, pouches, satchels all rough. Her elaborate vest had been constructed from ties. There must be a seamstress in her life said McDyes. I bet her house is horrible, said his cousin, Ms. Farr. I doubt it I told her, she lives in her car.