Bachmann, Ingeborg


A caveat for you listeners. Hell, a full-out warning: this is a long one, today’s story, long and, dare I say it, a little dark, and not in the “change the bulb” sort of way. Which is just my way of saying to you: this is not a first-date sort of story, really not, and it’s probably not an endorphinator to be enjoyed on the treadmill. It’s more a story, for you know, rainy nights and whiskey, or something to fill a long silence of a spat with friends or loved ones, or to drown out the sound of a dental drill.

I wonder if anybody’s ever developed Disdain By Association for these stories thanks to listening at the dentist.