The wise

Simple. Formed from my guilty concience.

Elsie sat with her silvered hair tangled just as much as any other day unbothered as she spoke behind the steam of her freshly brewed coffee. I sat there and listened. There's something reassuring in her voice. "I've been in love many times," she says with a slight grin. "There ain't nothin' wrong with that. You live, you learn, you love. That's the way life is supposed to go." And sitting there watching her, it was like she knew something about me that I didn't know.