Vera looked like she had been hanging out with Keith Richards for at least a couple of decades when I had encountered her a few times over ten years ago on the Island...
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Out of morbid curiosity, a friend and I wanted to check out her place... The overpowering smell of moth balls and mildew and the yellowing-like appearance of a haunted house did not allow me to stay for lunch or even breathe out of my nose after the first couple of breaths... <a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNskw006' target='_blank'><img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_6_25.gif' alt='Dramatic Death' border=0></a>
Though kind and elegant, yet peculiar and eccentric, Ms. Vera gave out the air of someone who became lost in the dementia of a one-time great (and I mean, ONE TIME in the grand scheme of things) place in her mind and kind of got stuck there...
I mean no harm in my observation and hope she's peaceful...