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.’