When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

crooked.

Full of people who were almost lost and somehow came back around.

I am still seventy-seven.

Now seventy-eight, if we are being accurate.

My knees still complain.

My hands still shake.

I still forget where I put my glasses.

Sometimes they are on my head.

Once they were in the refrigerator, and Beth laughed until she wheezed.

But I am not confused about continue reading …