Sugar Hill Ch. 1 - You Can't Make This Stuff Up
You can't make this stuff up. Karen was always talking. Most of the time, conversations with Karen consisted of old stories on repeat. Stories of glory days and Rugby wins. The injuries sustained to knees and head which, I figured, had something to do with the incessant, non-stop conversation. That or, I figured, it had something to do with the fact that the woman's relationships always seemed to leave something to be desired. Her son, a magnanimous douchbag constantly in a state of bewilderment regarding the opposite sex and their seeming inability to constantly complement him, disrespected her as a matter of course. Her girlfriend, Liz, was seeing a man "on the side." To whit, many of Karen's tenants wanted nothing to do with her for her inability to keep her mouth shut long enough to hear someone else speak as well as a complete absence of ability to answer a question efficiently, let alone succinctly. Asking where to find a screwdriver, for example, almo
