Maid for Each Other

by Lynn Painter

Loneliness was a stupid word, a word that conjured images of moonfaced women crying because they didn’t think anyone loved them, and I wasn’t that. I wasn’t lonely. It was more that I was…invisible.

I wanted to dig in and determine what was real and what wasn’t, who she really was and who she was pretending to be. Who she wanted to be. I wanted to pull apart every fucking thing and get lost in the truth.