For someone who needs it,
“They’re vultures!” The woman’s aged voice whispered and creaked like a draught through the once splendid home that threatened to slide apart around them. Her hand instinctively caught her layers of pearls and gold strings at her neck as though it gave her strength to proceed. Her figure tucked back into her high upholstered chair. Thin delicate fingers lightly entwined the necklaces as her eyes darted away from her guest and to the fireplace in deep thought.
