Holly is a very elegant and sharp rsident here. We had gone out for doctor's appointments and on the way back there was Holly and Molly Ames in the van. Molly Ames was saying that she was eighty-eight. Holly suddenly barked from the back seat of the van that Molly was only eighty-six. "Shame on you for lying about your age. You are saying you're eighty-eight to get sympathy! You're only eighty-six and you know it."
Sad but true; Molly Ames had been lying. She was only eighty-six.
What was surprizing was the vehemence that Holly had taken after her (I half expected her to put poor eighty-six year old Molly in a headlock and make her fess up.
Age, even lack of it, seems to hold some importance around here.
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