Sally, of course, was not here. I would never have dared step into her room if she were. After all, I was just 20 years old and I was renting a spare room in her house, just across the hall from her own bedroom. She was really more than my landlady. After all, she was only charging me $10 a month, mostly as a favor to my girlfriend who worked for her at one of Sallys dress shops. So Sally was really a friend.
When my girlfriend Abby introduced us for the first time I had called her Mrs. Josephs. I knew she had been divorced for many years, had one son, and lived alone in the big house on the edge of town. She went to church every Sunday, of course, but also attended church meetings during the week.
"Please call me Sally," she said as she hugged me. As I tried to thank her for giving me a room for the low rate while I finished my last semester in junior college, she dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand.
"Im just glad to have a man in the house," she said. "Living way out there by myself..." then she went on to talk about her son who lived about 45 minutes away and how he never visited her enough.
Sally was a big woman in every way. About 58 years old, she always wore a big smile and had a broad chest and thick legs. She was almost 5 feet 9 inches tall and always kept her hair in an impeccable condition. I never saw her, day or night, when her gray hair wasnt teased, combed and styled nicely in place. She always looked nice but was certainly no beauty.
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