WITCH HUNT

Do something. They are everywhere. Look:

Louise washing her wrinkled self at the conference center sink, naked and unashamed, singing a hymn;

Elizabeth unafraid to die in her house alone, leaving the nasty nursing home on the arm of her 90-year old attorney;

Hazel, Marion, Jean– Three Graces, Weird Sisters– dirty jokes about the curate, roses from the old gay priest;

Bea by herself at dawn along the lake, hunting warblers, fossils, walking fern;

Susan in her goatskin gloves plucking nettles, killing chickens in their sleep.

Ann sharing her cane-stool with the young ones in Washington just before the war.