How's the Girl?

When my grandmother was still alive, she had trouble remembering Connie's name, and would often ask me, "How's the girl?"

I'm well aware that the older you get, the harder it is to remember things. Heck, I have trouble remembering stuff myself. So it amused me and touched me. After all, she remembered that I had a girl, and cared enough to ask after her. So what if Connie's name didn't spring to mind? Big deal. It could be worse.

Debbie and her boyfriend are doing well, and are well past Debbie's feared "shelf life" ... the two month limit of her prior relationships. We see her at least once a week, and when we do I like to ask, "How's the boy?"


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