Goodreads asked Truth Devour:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Truth Devour When I was six an old woman who lived down the road stopped me on my way home from kindergarten. (Yes, I used to walk home unescorted). This elderly woman asked if I could recite the story of her life. I sat down and gave her a complete breakdown of everything that I felt I knew. She smiled, nodded, thanked me and then I left to go home.

I never saw her again. After a a while I asked people what happened to the old lady ... They said no-one had lived there for years and the old woman who did once stay there had died a long time ago. When I described her they said, yes that's her.

I used to wonder why she wanted me to tell her what she already knew and later decided that perhaps this was her way of ensuring she would never being forgotten.

I won't forget her and now I suspect neither will you.

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