Even flopped so comfortably on her favorite chair, Aunt Jeanette Felt a jab of the old pain. No longer a searing agony. That had stopped a long, long time ago. Now it was just a little pinprick of a memory, which we call 29 Pisces, the itching of a scar,Like the nostalgic appearance of an old friend.
Funny, she thought, it’s become like a movie i wept at the end of.”
She closed her eyes and dozed off.
