Yeah, that’s her.
I offered to try and slide him off her onto the couch, and wise auntie she is, she whispered, “Don’t touch him.”
He had a nice nap there, their legs awkwardly hanging, for at least an hour, and she never complained.
Now I am listening to her saxophone practice upstairs, little plodding melodies I recognize, though not by name.
Auntie Lydia? We love you. love, Mom
Clearly she is a saint! 🙂 Good Lor-ed.