Yesterday the telephone rang.
"Hello? Is this Grace? (my mother.)"
"No. This is Tani, her daughter."
"Hi Tani! This is Mary." (mother's good friend who is in a retirement center now.) "I called a couple of weeks ago and made arrangements to have lunch with your mother." (Oh no. I never heard about that. I hope we didn't miss a luncheon date.) "But for the life of me I can't remember when we arranged the date." (Ah... Sounds familiar. Mary and my mother are around the same age...) "And also, I thought about inviting your mother's friend from church who lives here but I can't remember her name. I don't remember names so well anymore. The lady is disabled I think..."
"Oh yes! The sight impaired lady. She had a seeing-eye dog named Digger. Doris somebody? I don't remember her last name. Mother~! Do you remember the last name of Doris somebody with the seeing-eye dog?"
"Doris? Doris? Hmmm... I don't remember..."
"Sorry Mary. She doesn't remember."
"Well I don't either... I'll see if I can find out another way. And then I'll try to get us all together for lunch. Let's see... I don't remember your name either..."
"I'm Tani, Mary. I hope you figure out who Doris is and I hope we get to see you."
We ARE a bunch aren't we.
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