Tuesday, March 18, 2008
78/366: Aunt Marian
Dick’s wife was a stunning beauty in her youth. When I was sixteen, she took me aside and said she knew what was happening in my house. “If you need to get out,” she said, “don’t just run off. You call me collect, anytime, and I’ll send you a plane ticket.”
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2 comments:
Now, that's adulthood at its best.
Well said.
I only wish I'd had the guts to take her up on it.
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