Her apartment building is three story and sort of old between Bridge Street and Woodside Green, but it all gets to be pretty sorid to pick someone’s life apart at this point.
I am sure we are going to hear about her difficult but struggling to succeed life for a week or two.
Meanwhile the millions of striving thirty-somethings that don’t ram there car into people trying to stop them are going to need to buy Omabacare or get fined and have their tax returns seized when the IRS comes back from unpaid vacation.
It’s sick and sad and confusing isn’t it?