She talks and it’s just like you can hear the wind rustling around inside her head. Vacuous. I told Celia to be careful when she visits. She’s itemizing every time she comes around. She’s looking at my collection and thinking of inheritance. She’s all about the money. You wait, she won’t be here five minutes before she tells you how much my old vinyls are selling for on ebay. All about the money. What she put my son through. He went back to her though. I don’t hold with bad talk, but Celia says it’s pussy. Oh, lawd.