what was, was Even out here he could hear her voice. It wasn't the stray-cat-meets-rusty-screen-door quality of it that made him cringe. It was all the memories of the Litany of Not Enough. Not smart enough, not pretty enough, just not enough. Not ever. Not even now, as she lay in state at her own wake.
Graciously hosted by G-Man.
Note: Completely fictional. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.