This past weekend, I was at a Craft Show in Rock Island. While there, I saw an elderly woman shake and wobble softly up to a display of paintings and photography. She stood there a minute, musing quietly over the images in front of her. She seemed peaceful, serene. She stepped back, looked at the young man who was with her and shouted, "I ain't afraid to spend money on no art!" in the same tone one might take if defending a loved one to the judge on a television court show or declaring their rights as the father of little 2-year-old Harlequin on an episode of Maury. Very defensive. Very abrasive. The young man just nodded.Then the old woman turned and hobbled away just as peacefully as she'd come. The young man followed.
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sounds like one of my patients
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