“I love it,” she said. “I love it, I love that note. I love you Geraldine. If you don’t love me, pass this on to Harriet.” “That’s not what I said. I said …” “It doesn’t matter what you said. I love it. It’s the story of my life.” “Oh? Which one are you?” “I haven’t decided yet. It’s just the sentiment I love. The relating.”
