  ah, what weird things happen. this afternoon a friend of my mother's came to talk because she actually wanted to ask if she could stay here temporarily. she's (the visitor, not my dear mother) is somewhat of a paranoid psycho. she's off her rocker. she thinks everyone, including and especially her 80-year-old mother, is conspiring against her. she's a fruitcake! she's a dotty mooner! a loony! her normal mental processes are of interest only for the historians! her sanity has gone to jail! she is an ex-sane being! mother says that she was from RGS, was real pretty, and all the boys wanted to date her.
and i couldn't really tell if she was some kind of a ex-bombshell. and, mind you, she became a teacher (and retired just recently), so she's quite filthy rich from what i hear. and, oh, how time and fate can take its toll. today she's still single, has plenty of pimples and black patches on her face, and is migrating to australia to find true love.
but she's still paranoid, and it would be quite infringing on the affairs of her immediate family to tell you about it. (and you would never believe me, anyway, so it's best left unsaid. ) but the moral is that if you're a pretty girl, come from a great school, and have a quadzillion boyfriends, you better not be picky even if you can. or else when you're approaching your dotage you always sense that the walls are closing on you every damn night, an inch at a time.
(or grow plenty of pimples, but i swear that's beside the point. ) like my friend cy, or better yet, my big crush al (to protect her identity, i have only used the first two letters of her name), but al is such a nice girl that such things will never happen to her. but cy, i'm not so sure. HAHAHAHAHAHA. bye bye! 
