Dear old-homeless-lady-sitting-on-the-park-bench-next-to-Maribel

I'm sorry. You’re about to get it. Really, I am sorry, because you’ve been quite entertaining.

I’m also sorry Maribel can’t understand you better, but you know, she’s pretty stubborn when it comes to claiming she can’t speak a word of French and it’s been fun irritating the piss out of her with your ‘franglais’.

Oh, sorry about the BO, but it was all part of that ‘show don’t tell’ crapola us aspiring author-types feel compelled to practice.

Better luck in your next incarnation,
-Writer Lady

ps – I’m sorry, but I couldn’t care less if you ever come up with a name. See, ‘the old homeless lady’ has way more words than any name you could come up with, so don’t bother. At least not until editing time.

pps - Oh, yes, and many thanks for imparting your wisdom to our girl. That moved the story along nicely.