(A large shopping bag was on Audrey’s tray table.)
“We’re first in line. We will get shot, Heather.”
(Heather: No, Mother. That is just Deardra’s and my shopping bags. These bags are so beautiful that Deardra likes to leave them with you. With your artistic eye you appreciate beauty.
(Another example of Audrey continuing to converse with me but often would not find the correct words to express her thoughts.)