Alice

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Alice is very old now. All her hair is gray. She is tall and lean and wrinkled. The town children think she might be a witch, because her gaze is like iron and so is her grip.

She lives in a big old stone house on top of a hill, and she has no neighbors. Well, no human neighbors, that is. And she doesn't exactly live alone, either. Inside Alice's house live a couple of big, nasty, battle-scarred cats. Outside her house, in the tall trees on top of the hill, live turkey vultures. Lots of turkey vultures. There are ten trees...and there are three hundred vultures in them.

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This Alice is based on my Nana, Alice Walsh. Who nobody thought was a witch. But she was regal, and had a firm grim and was more someone you looked up to than someone you cuddled. She was tough, yeah.

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And she had scoliosis, which is painful when it gets bad, so I wanted to give her a story in which she had a straight back.

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Dammit, grip, not grim.