Monday, May 4, 2009

Once, When I Was Young.

"You mean the stories Grandmama tells are true?"
"No.  God, no.  But this is what it's all based on.  Apparently, she sat on a stuffed polar bear.  Once.  As a child at a party.  And now, because of the Alzheimer's, she thinks she fought in a whole big arctic war over a compass or some nonsense."
"That's so sad..."
"Oh, I know, honey.  Sanity is such a fragile thing.  Let's cherish it. " Sigh.  
"...all right, come on then, she's seen us."

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