Audrey
“I’m a bitch!” Audrey often said, “But I’m a caring, loving bitch! Ha ha ha ha!” I thought of her as a crazy bitch, but a lovable one. I met her at a party. She wasn’t my type so I didn’t pay much attention to her. I probably had my eye on someone else. Because Audrey and I were the only smokers in the crowd, I ran into her a few times outside the back door. We exchanged the sort of chit-chat that people who aren’t really interested in one another do just to be polite: What do you do?...