Like the place had had years of Mystery Pissers, with no one quite neutralizing what had been tagged.
Down the hall was a small person hunched in a wheel-chair. At first I thought it was a child, but as we approached, I could see it was a woman.
She had almost no hair, and as she gave my dad a toothless smile, she grabbed his hand and spoke.
My heart bottomed out. The sounds she made were choked and lost on her tongue.
Nothing she said was intelligible, yet she looked at my father with such intensity—like of course he understood what she was saying.
To my complete surprise, he said, “You’re absolutely right, Mabel. It is today. Which is why I’m here.”
He held up the grocery sack and whispered, “I’ve brought him a little gift.”
“Gwa-aaal,” she said. “How’d you know?” She gurgled at him until he patted her hand and said, “I’m much too predictable, I’m afraid.
“But he enjoys them, and… ” He noticed her gaze shift in my direction.
“Hoo haa,” she said. “This is my daughter, Julianna. Julianna, I’d like you to meet the extraordinary Miss Mabel.
She can remember everyone’s birthday, and she has a real passion for strawberry milkshakes.
I managed a smile and whispered, “Nice to meet you,” but all I got in return was a suspicious scowl.
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