The Stranger

I am really not good at asking strangers if I might photograph them; however this person is lurking around my house. I catch sight of her reflection in the window, and I am always having to kick her out of the bathroom. She sits in my car; I know she does because I see her in the mirror. I don't know who she is; she is vaguely familiar, a bit like my Mother, a little like my Grandmother. Not a bit like me, however. She's a lot older!