The old woman sat on the old chair in front of the old house and talked alone.
She'd talk about everything and everybody.
She'd talk about the neighbor's kids, who made "too much noise" while playing ball.
She talked about how the guy who lives accross the street "must be gay".
She talked about how "small" was the wedding ring her niece got from her new fiancé.
She talked about the guy who was "too tall" when stading next to his girlfriend and about how "fat" she looked in that "gorgeus party dress, which, by the way, was too much for such a small event".
She'd talk, and talk by herself.
What she never talked about was the fact that she didn't have someone to talk to.
