“You haven’t had dinner with the girls in a long time. So how about coming on Friday? They have a nice menu—some kind of beef with a French sauce, which I of course can’t chew--but you will enjoy.”
“Sure, mom. It has been awhile. It will be nice to see them.”
“Make sure you wear a jacket. All the men wear them on Fridays. Not that there are that many men here. We’re mainly old ladies.”
“That’s not true, Mom.”
“In June I’ll be 104. What do you call that?” I couldn’t think of what to say. “The girls know you’re following the election and they have a few things they want to say to you.”
“That sounds ominous.”
