Granny (nonna) who lives below me is a real hoot. She must be in her 90s and I hear her slippers on the stairs and a little knock or if my door is open she waltzes in and looks in every room and if there are clothes on the bed she throws up her hands in horror. I haven't got a clue what she is talking about but am learning to read her expression so I get the si or non in the right place. If I get it wrong she slaps me about the face and she keeps tugging my long hair and beard, shaking her head and clucking so I guess she disapproves. Already I have a wardrobe full of her dead husbands coats and shirts, ties and underpants and she brings me homemade cakes. It'll be shoes next because she can't understand my penchant for bare feet.
It all makes up the tapestry of life.
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