It isn’t over until the fat lady sings.
Despite her constant struggle with anoxia, she is not the
fat lady in this game, although her most recent poem suggests she might be
getting out of the game – if she can.
Where she will go is anybody’s guess.
More importantly, she seems determined to take control of
her own destiny—a good thing, if she can manage it.
All this comes at a time when the world around her in
collapse – her cancer, her lover, her virgin mayor’s court date.
She can’t come back to our office, and can’t stay where she
is (unless she gets civil service protection, so what’s the game plan?
God only knows.
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