Last night I took my medicine, brushed my teeth and tucked into bed, trying without success to get comfortable. I felt something rigid cutting into my face as I snuggled into the pillow. After several seconds I realized that, lying there in the dark, I was still wearing my glasses. And that reminded me of Mrs. Esdale. She was a middle-aged English woman who did light housekeeping for Grannie in the 1960s. She fascinated me […]
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