Aunt Tillie whom I loved very much. The doctors informed her she had an inoperable, incurable form of cancer, and at most had a couple of months to live.
All the relatives cousins, sisters- –
everybody,made a pilgrimage to visit Aunt Tillie, because they knew they would never see her again.
Seven years later all those relatives who had come to visit her were, sad to say, dead and gone. And Aunt Tillie? She took herself down the Grand Canyon on a mule.
Apparently the doctors knew everything about her case except one thing: she was a Taurus.