there are people living miserable lives out there. i was one of them. i still am sometimes. but not all the time. like karen charley. i know one can change. unlike karen. i think her face is a permanent grimace. it's like i can see her soul grimace, pleading for help she will frighten away and shun. i heard her husband was found in his car. she is in misery, but she's building it every day like foundation on her face. and she's haunting the neighborhood and her own poor old dog.