At the grocery check out Used to Be Mother observes all the magazines. One catches her eye.
UTBM: Queen Elizabeth. I think I know her.
The clerk tells UTBM how much her glucosamine tablets are.
UTBM rather loudly: Thirty-five dollars. I never paid that much the last time. Do I even need these?
I am standing right behind her. When did she shrink? She used to be 5'4" but now barely comes to my shoulders. Her dowager hump has transformed her into Quasimodo and she walks just like him.
Crooked little spine.
We head to the bank. She has two cheques she wants to deposit. She drops in to see her personal banker.
"He's so good to me. He pays my rent." She has no idea what his name is. If she saw him outside his office she would not remember him.
I drop her off and we have our ritual kiss and say our goodbyes. She always says: "I miss you" as she closes the door.
Me too.
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