Descent into Madness

Melody had gone downhill since her twenty-two-year-old son died in an automobile accident. She had never been overweight, but her sunken eyes and pronounced cheekbones had become the topic of conversation by the few who’d seen her.

“Poor Mel…” they usually began.

Besides her appearance, personal hygiene was lacking. For as long as Les had known her, Mel would soak in the tub before standing to rinse…