. . . she was a bit unstable, and she would often be in the hall yelling “I’m
very ang-a-ry,” or we thought so, unless she was yelling “I’m very hung-a-ry,”
and to our sad, untrained gringo ears, they sounded the same, and it’s likely both
were yelled at one time or another, but I mention it because I always think of
her and that when I think of that place.
Weird how memories work, sometimes spoiling otherwise pleasant ones.ReplyDelete
I wonder what she is up to now.ReplyDelete