(Wednesday Heather visiting with Mother at Kent Regency)
“I must make more poems and they must be beautiful.”
(Heather: Yes, Mother. I have compiled all your poetry into a booklet and I love to read your work.)
“Every time you say that I look at your teeth. They are good teeth.”
(Heather: Yes, Mother. I’ve glad I had braces when I was younger.)
“The room stays the same; it never changes.”
(Heather: Do you like your room?)
“Yes. The bed is soft and comfortable. You showed me your teeth.”
(Heather: Thank you, Mother. I like my teeth also. Do you want me to send out the Date books to your relatives and friends again this Christmas?)
“Yes, they all seem to love it. It is such a nice thing to do. Send me one too. I’ve got everything.”
“I wonder how much you know of that paper” (Audrey referring to her Memoir’s booklet Glimpses of the Past: Morning Conversation with Audrey placed on the tray table.)
“Is that what I say? I try to leave, so you remember. Remember me.”