this morning #363.

this morning, grace grabbed a hold of her, so she went downstairs to check on martha, to check on martha’s mood. this daily experience was always a crapshoot. at times she’d be treated to farcical tawdry tales of 50’s churchgoing teens behaving badly. during other visits, she had to hold her tongue & endure the politically incorrect ramblings of an old widow who hadn’t left her apartment enough this decade to keep up with the times. maybe one day soon she’d get her out for a walk, wheel her around the city so she could be around other people. today wouldn’t be that day though. today would be the day that she learned how to figure out whether somebody was jewish or not.