((Your neighbor Beatrice was a woman who had been married to her husband, Richard, of about 7 years or so. Richard declared that she simply wasn't pretty enough for him anymore, that she was... well, too big. He took the son and he moved out, leaving the house in her name. A whole custody and divorce case was on, and he won. Now, she doesn't really have anything left. It's been two years since he walked out on her.))

It was Christmas Eve, and you had been prepping for Christmas dinner. Turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, casserole, cookies, cakes, pies galore. It was a three day cook-fest that you've done alone and everyone that was coming was planning to bring their own addition as well. Outside, you had gone to take a break, and you saw your neighbor, Beatrice. She had been suffering from a hangover, and you could tell. She was smoking a cigarette and looking out at her snowy driveway, contemplating life. Do you talk to her?