Before I* could respond, she continued talking about how she and her husband had both worked seven days a week until they retired.
“Should’ve taken more Sundays off,” she mused.
Then she veered into mentioning communion in the Episcopal Church, which caused her hard-of-hearing husband to loudly announce, “We used grape juice, ya know,” referring to his Baptist-oriented childhood.
On they chattered for a few more minutes, with me listening, trying to follow their wandering, ever-expanding subjects.
Finally, when each took a breath, I asked her, “What mistakes do you think you made?” Read More →by