Erase Me? I'll Erase You

ith the scent of expensive perfume, and I p

behind my husband, the Governor of Texas,

ded that illusion: my daughters-in-law, th

ailing my supposed "natural decline" as a pre-programmed exit for a

"system" and a payoff for my demise,

ng more than a placeholder, destined to conveniently d

ing, turned into a burning rag

They wanted a complia

m, my voice dangerously calm as I asked

fear, but I wasn't going to di

their carefully co