Ok, so this old guy Mr. Foster moved in with two of his grown children in to the neighborhood. He thinks he's God's gift to women. Which he's not. Of course. He looks pretty silly in those stupid socks of his and strange shorts.

But we went over to visit because they just moved in. You know, the neighborly thing to do. Before I know it, he's coming on to me.

I told him to act his age. But he likes to talk about entertainment and stuff and I couldn't help but listen you know.

Its terrible when you got no friends. And its not like I'm an offical nanny or anything. But I hate being home all day.

I hate to admit it. I kind of hope he calls me. Soon. I gotta get out of this place where I'm living.

~Cora

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