“I hate the damned food here. Can you
go to Taco Bell and get me a bean
burrito?” Indeed, Mamaw hated
everything about the nursing home and
once asked me to promise that if she
ever faced a permanent stay, I’d take her
.44 Magnum and put a bullet in her head.
“Mamaw, you can’t ask me to do that.
I’d go to jail for the rest of my life.”
“Well,” she said, pausing for a moment
to reflect, “then get your hands on some
arsenic. That way no one will know.”
Her back surgery, it turned out, was
completely unnecessary. She had a
broken hip, and as soon as a surgeon
repaired it, she was back on her feet,
though she used a walker or cane from
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