by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Mrs. Lindsay would walk into class each morning and I’d think to myself, "Yea, that’s what a classy woman ought to look like."
Mrs. Lindsay nearly always wore simple floral prints, high heels, and her hair seemed to be sculpted into place. I sat in the second seat, first row of my elementary