She begins quietly, her mumbling sounds gradually forming themselves into recognizable words. The speech patterns are hard to discern, but I think I can make out a little. She’s going on about how “he needs to leave her alone.” I pause, not sure if “her” refers to herself, another person or an entirely fictitious personality. Maybe she’s just saying random words and they’ve incidentally strung together to sound like an appeal.
She is fucking crazy after all. … More Crazy Laundry Lady