CHAPTER 1
When?
Now
Now
or in a hour
or two
or whenever...
or two
or whenever...
CHAPTER 3
Mother's birthday was today. Or maybe yesterday. I'm really not sure. I have never forgotten the date of my father's birthday--January 13. But I'm confused about my mother's birthday except I recall it as an even number. I don't think it is March 26. I'm torn between March 24 and March 28. For many years my siblings and I never knew the exact year of her birth. She would refuse to tell us. We knew that my father was born in 1925, but my mother would only intimate that it might have been 1932. There were aunts, however, on both sides of the family, who dismissed that year as untrue. She was older they would insist. It wasn't until late in life that she confessed the truth. She was born in 1930, which means she is 90 as she embarks on her tenth decade, her health steady although she lives immured in her small house that resembles a cottage in the country embellished by the same flowers whose ancestors bloomed when I was a child. I am the oldest of the eigh...
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