Hazel

She disapproves of everyone.

She hates everyone.

Judges everyone.

There isn’t anyone she doesn’t disapprove of.

She is married to a big guy. They have a daughter.

Hazel keeps tags on her clothes when she wears them in case she wants to return them.

Hazel is little.

A sharp, little woman

with sharp features. Bony.

One day I have enough.

I go over to Hazel’s house.

I say I want to speak to Hazel.

I ask her,

“Is there anyone you don’t disapprove of?

Tell me one person.”

She can’t answer.

I say, “You disapprove of me,

of my husband.

You disapprove of your husband,

your daughter,

your neighbors.

There isn’t anyone you see that you

don’t disapprove of.

You even disapprove of Hazel –

the sweetest little woman in the world.”

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