We had lunch out at a local restaurant yesterday, and I became quite fascinated by a group of women at a nearby table. There were nine of them, and the youngest of them was at least 65, and some appeared much older. There was no apparent guest of honor, and I got the idea they go out to lunch together somewhat regularly. I would like to have known how they all knew each other.
Seeing them all together reminded me a story about my grandmother when she was of an age to fit in with that group. She had agreed to watch a neighbor's child after school until her mother came home from work. One afternoon the girl, who was about seven or eight, arrived to find my grandmother getting ready for a little get-together for three or four of her friends. She explained that "the girls" were coming for coffee.
After the last guest had gone, the little girl asked, "So when are the girls coming?" My grandmother replied, "Those were the girls," to which the kid responded, "But they all had grandma faces."
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