That woman was a joy.

A pure joy. Her name was Jenny. Called her Gin -- like the booze.

We still miss her. Martha'll remind me of things she used to do -- like making sugar covered snowmen out of biscuit dough or washing her dog down in the creek -- and we'll just laugh and laugh. I'm always so sad afterwards though, I almost wish she wouldn't talk like that.

She was a good woman. Strong and true and so pretty...

It'll be good to see her again.

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This story was created at the 1st Annual Digital Storytelling Festival
©1995 by Greg Roach