“Give me your wing!” demanded the 94-year old little lady
standing next to me in the church parking lot
“Wing?” I asked bemusedly, analyzing her
With faked grumpiness, she growled,
“Arm! Your arm! I’m wobbly!”
We both laughed together
Proffering my “wing” to her, we teeter-tottered
together into the building
It’s great being needed
TR
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