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muck_a_luckI don't remember who raised the issue at dinner when I was home. I think John.
He wanted to know if Mom and I had lots and lots of lines on our hands. Wrinkly hands, he said. Sure enough, we do. Mom had us both scrunching up our palms to get huge, deep M's.
Then Mom started going on about how hard our hands are. She remembers holding hands with her friends when she was a little girl and thinking even then how soft their hand were.
She describes Dad's hands as soft as, oh, what? Anyway, soft as something soft.
She, John and I all have hard hands. No softness or fleshiness at all.
Then they had to see The Small Boy's hands, and his are the same.
Apropos of nothing...
He wanted to know if Mom and I had lots and lots of lines on our hands. Wrinkly hands, he said. Sure enough, we do. Mom had us both scrunching up our palms to get huge, deep M's.
Then Mom started going on about how hard our hands are. She remembers holding hands with her friends when she was a little girl and thinking even then how soft their hand were.
She describes Dad's hands as soft as, oh, what? Anyway, soft as something soft.
She, John and I all have hard hands. No softness or fleshiness at all.
Then they had to see The Small Boy's hands, and his are the same.
Apropos of nothing...
