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of a good sizeShe hadn't forgotten the fine art
of greeting, and gripped as well as she could
Also, she looked at me with cheerful interest as
we shookI liked her for her frank admission of
memory troublesAnd, Alzheimer's or not, I did
far more mental and verbal stuttering than I'd
seen so far from her
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"It's good to know you, EdgarI have seen you
before, but I don't recall whenBig Pink! That's sassy!"
"I like the house, ma'amI'm very glad if it gives satisfaction
It's an artist's house, you knowAre you an
artist, Edgar?"
She was looking at me with her guileless blue eyesIt was the easiest, the quickest,
and maybe it was the truth
"Of course you are, hon, I knew right awayI'll
need one of your picturesWireman will strike a
price with youHe's a lawyer as well as an
excellent cook, did he tell you that?"
"YesHer
conversation seemed to have developed too many
threads, and all at onceWireman, that dog,
looked as if he were struggling not to laugh
Which made me feel like laughing, of course
"I try to get pictures from all the artists who've
stayed in your Big PinkI have a Haring that was
painted there
That stopped any impulse to laugh"Really?"
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"Yes! I'll show you in a bit, one really can't
avoid it, it's in the television room and we
always watch OprahDon't we, Wireman?"
"Yes," he said, and glanced at the face of his
watch on the inside of his wrist
"But we don't have to watch it on the dot, because
we have a wonderful gadget call
