having an MD look her over, perhaps prescribe some medication. Was she having
mini-strokes? Is this how senility presents itself? I was coming home the
following night and we would make some plans.
About an hour later, he calls me again and I am fearful. Now what?
He is laughing so hard he can hardly speak and between gulps of laughter he tells
me that he just had a visit by four very well dressed Japanese men in a pink
Cadillac convertible who stopped by to thank mom for her kindness!
Ah The Millstone where anything could happen
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