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The Bedspread

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March 11, 2018

A conversation from three years ago: My then 82-year-old mother was talking to her then 83-year-old sister called Joy.

Mum: ‘What happened to your floral bedspread?’

Joy: ‘I gave it to Barbara.’

Mum: ‘Didn’t she die?’

Joy: ‘Yes, she did.’

Mum: ‘Did you get the bedspread back?’

Joy: ‘No.’

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