Friday, November 16, 2012
Now I get it.
I had driven my father's Aunt Ella to a wake for some relative, whose wake it was I no longer recall. I do remember one of the other mourners recognizing Aunt Ella, and coming over to greet her. "You look great," she said, " Nobody would ever think you're ninety-five years old!" Aunt Ella drew herself up, indignant: "Well, I'm only 92," she said in no uncertain terms. "Ninety-five! I'm not that old!"
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