The Mistress and her Cheap Perfume
Dear Nixie, Recently I ran into a friend of a friend’s cousin once removed who was the sister-in-law of a woman who owns the deli near us, who is best friends with this other woman who happened to meet, in a supermarket queue, another lady who has been having a terrible time revisiting aspects of her forbidden past. It’s really some advice I might need for her, not so much for myself and the reason I come here to seek answers. Please note, it has nothing whatsoever to do with me and the woman in question wishes to remain forever anonymous for fear of an invasive media free for all. It was many moons ago, her wild love affair with a rock star, a very famous and world renowned rock star. You see, becoming the muse of his main body of work has not been all a “bed of roses.” Oh sure, he might have been living on a prayer, he might have been having a nice day, he might have been alive in a blaze of glory but perhaps it was in fact he who gave love a bad name, not the other way round. T