November 2, 2020:

I loved her because she read books.

She loved Pale Fire, spoke eloquently of the final paragraph of "The Dead", read A Pattern Language for fun.

She was brilliant, and charming, with a dancer's lithe grace, a former stripper's chronic manipulativeness, and an addict's proclivity for theft.

I loved her, I still love her, but with the help of therapy I recognize her toxicity.

I wish her well, and lots and lots and lots of future books.