Mrs. Buckley
is a walking hyacinth drenched in shades of mauve. Her pearls are the size of golf balls and her lavender scent is thick as bathroom spray. Her hair, stacked and swirled into black wasp nests sits two hives high. Gnarled knuckles rummage inside her lilac crochet handbag. She uncaps lipstick and smears mulberry frost on […]
