CAPITOL HILL, WASHINGTON DC.
Martha was seated on the massive white couch that more or less swallowed her entire frame. She was nursing a cup of very hot tea, so hot that the ceramic cup burned her fingers, causing it to be a beet red. She insisted that was the temperature she wanted, had insisted on a very hot bathe earlier on too and her skin was just shy of being burned by the stream.
Her hair was pulled up in a very tight bun with not a strand of hair out of place, her lips bare and cracked, her wrinkled face even more unappealing considering she hadn't moisturized as she usually did after her shower. She wore a thin black gown costly enough to buy a car yet it looked like rags on her.