It was almost like being on holiday - a holiday where she lived in her own rooms and tormented men for fun and profit.
That. Was. Epic.
One cranky widow and a shy spinster team up to make the life of a deflated balloon of a human being miserable. It's unapologetic, it's angry, and incredibly touching.
"Oh, for God's sake. Forty-nine is extremely young. If forty-nine is not you, that would make me old, and I am not old. I have reached the age of maturity to which all humans must particularly aspire; to dismiss this pinnacle of perfection as old age is to demean all of humankind."
Was it realistic? Hell no. Did I read all of it with a giant smile on my face? YES.
We need more old lady sapphic stories.
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Trigger warnings: mention of domestic abuse, mention of rape/sexual assault. Some threat on-page, but never escalates.