Today, I brought my 94-year-old friend to her doctor. Afterwards, we went to lunch. I have to laugh at our conversation. I was telling her about my interaction with a mutual acquaintance of ours. We knew who we were talking about without knowing her name. It went something like this.
You know what's her name, the one who's always talking about living in England.
Who?
I can't think of her name. But she's tall, maybe the tallest woman in the Senior Center.
Oh yeah. I think I know whom you mean.
Yes, she has naturally curly hair, white.
Oh yes, yes. I can't think of her name, either. She sometimes works the register, in the cafeteria.
You got it. Yes her.
Well, what about her?
She's the one who told me that if you eat 12 grapes at midnight--one for each of the 12 months, you'll have good luck.
Well, what's her name should know. She always wins our raffle.
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