It turned out I was there as my great-grandmother wheezed out her last words:
“Look hon, when you get to my age, not only do you not buy green bananas, but you buy them in ones and twos. It helps that the grocery store delivers. There’s that one cute delivery boy. Fifties maybe. If only I was fifty years younger…
“Oh grow up. Don’t give me that look - I may be old but I’m not dead.
“I don’t want to be buried deep underground. Fertilize my flowerbeds with my ashes.
“What time is it? And why’s it so cold…”
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