“I feel terrible.”
(Heather: Does, your back hurt, Mother?) “No, I just feel miserable everywhere.”
(Later that day, I asked Mother if she wanted to lie down.) “I’m fine.”
(Sunday, date not recorded)
“Your tongue fits in your mouth good.” (Heather: Thank you, Mother. I do have a pretty smile. My teeth are really pretty. I am so glad I put braces on them when I was young. I was told by doing that I could keep my teeth for the rest of my life.)
(Monday, date not recorded)
(Heather: How come you are so sweet?”) “Oh dear, I don’t know.”
(Heather: A penny for your thoughts?) “I wonder how much my thoughts are worth?”
(Heather: Another penny for your thoughts?) “What are my thoughts? “When chapman billies leave the street, and drouthy thursty neebors neebors meet, [reciting Robert Burns’ Tam O’Shanter as Audrey was getting out of bed]. “Dawn, I’m hurting.”