Marion May Campbell

Goodness had no boundaries. Goodness was blindly devoted; Goodness let herself be walked all over by others; Goodness always came away from the P and C meetings finding that she’d become the fund-raiser, the secretary, the fete coordinator.

Paris, 2006: The gloom is thick and slow as suet, glutinous on eyeballs, eyeballs out on sticks already, in fact.