shaves herself and her two cats every sixty-seven days
bottles and sells her urine to her mentally confused uncle
never loves anyone for more than five or seven months
slit one wrist (but not the other) with no consequence
loathes Orléans, but spends most of her time there anyway
brushes her teeth with blueberries and warm cream
hid a wireless microphone in her son’s casket

XII. Mademoiselle Décembre