The front of her house was a twenty-four-hour advertisement.
She had badges. T-shirts. Stickers on her T-shirts. Lanyards. Tupperware.
A mentor in search of a student, ready to bestow the hard-earned wisdom of a herbal product — if you were worthy.
She would lie in wait outside the school.
“You look like you need to be on a diet.” Have a leaflet.
She was the key to your freedom.
“Why do the 9-5 when you can work whenever you want?”
She started a boot camp. Tik Toks of clumsy exercises on her cramped patio.
She befriends you. Then bleeds you dry.
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