Was it her or not? I couldn’t decide.
Her once long chestnut hair was now silver and
bobbed off at the shoulder. The smooth milky complexion I remembered was now sagging slightly around her mouth and neck. Those huge brown eyes that seemed to glisten and shine seemed somewhat flat and dull.
All of that aside, I was certain that the woman I was seeing was Mrs. Babbitt. Her hair and face might have changed, but her body was still as remarkable as I remembered from middle school. Her full breasts seemed