Ocean's Breath Plateau Said goodbye, turned around

He noticed her and offered a greeting. Towhee did not react, other than to move closer to him. She thought of him and his sons, then of Phox and Heph. A lump formed in her throat. She halted a bit further back than she would normally, afraid he might smell her eau du depression.

I’m so unhappy, she blurted, apropos of nothing, and I don’t know why. Even as she said it, Towhee realized that wasn’t entirely true. I’m old. A has-been. A piece, she continued, seething now, of goddamn, smelly trash.