can one say
She’d squeeze my nose, so firmly, with both hands, if I disturbed her.
Her purse. She’d stick pins in it, inside out, till it was … a glistening porcupine. And if any lax young man were to grab at it – well. The screams could be heard for weeks.
Something gladder, perhaps?
She mowed over a boy in her chair, once. That’s … the pleasantest thing, I think. Oh – there was the time, near the end, when I found a mint in her Bible – a bill between pages, for pages. When I told her, she said, “Take it. What need could a yellow onion like ME have for money?” So you see, she knew of her harshness. I’m not sure if that makes her a better person, or a worse. The money? Debts, mostly. And jewelry.
can I say
I am late for tea….