…is my mother.
I received a catalog in the mail a few weeks ago. I set it aside, but then perused it. Twice. The publication arrived because I had researched an article of clothing for my mother from this supplier and had subsequently purchased it. They had my address. They had my number!
“Oh, look. These Bermuda shorts are kind of cute.” You already know I own two pair of shorts and one is threadbare. “Oh, this is a skort! I love skorts!” My last skort obviously shrunk over the years and no longer occupies my closet. “What? Look at the wide straps on this brassiere. That is amazing.”
I placed an order. My mother is smiling.