Earlier this week, a coroner’s truck parked in front of our condo. When I enquired about it, I learned that a resident had passed away. Stella was an elderly woman who stood out with her long, colourful dresses, and dark red hair. Tall, and bent forward, she walked with the help of a cane. Despite her quirky appearance, she pretty much kept to herself. I would say hello whenever we crossed paths; sometimes she would reply with a brief glance, other times, I’d get a quick grumbly hello. She certainly was not the friendliest person.
Alone No More!
