One afternoon last month at the resthome, I bumped into the one (Japanese) resident in the social room off of the lobby, and she had on this leather jacket that she sometimes wears that looks really good on her.
"That jacket looks really good on you," I told her, like I have before.
And, she thanked me, and she said that it was her daughter's, and that her daughter had given it to her.
"But I got to tell you," I was like, "It looks like you're about to hop on a Harley-Davidson and go out for a long ride."
"Why - not," she was like.
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