(1994 October, memoir)
One time [my mother's] sister Olga came to visit but was so quiet she didn't cheer us up much. "Don't you have any little chain to wear around your neck, Carolyn?" she would ask. She would sew for all of us, and, tho she was so very quiet and she brot little joy, we were sorry to see her go, except for my father -- I think he felt easier. I think any man does.
November 21, 2012
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment