She wanted to go. She knew her time was coming. She welcomed not being around anymore. The woman passed a lot of her life on the hall couch, thinking about what had been. Her legs were stretched out and she dreamed. She dreamed about her mother who had died long ago, in March of 1940. She remembered being an attractive woman and having her many suitors nickname her Malena after the famous tango. She remembered too much. She wanted it all back, but she knew it was impossible. She wanted to leave.




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