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Black Slippers 1:08 p.m. 2005-07-22 Yesterday afternoon I received a letter in the mail from my ex-sister-in-law. I was surprised but happy to have received it because it reassured me that the poor dear was taking her meds, and that she was not at Sao Rafael, the island facility for the mentally insane. Her handwriting was even a little better than usual, although I can hardly read what she had written. I had sent her and my ex-mother in-law pictures and some gifts from the kids in February, and the mother-in-aw passed away in mid-March. As I’m reading the letter, I can’t tell for sure if she lived long enough to receive her gifts or not.. The only thing I can interpret in her weird handwriting is something referring to the black slippers we had sent her. I’m not quite sure if she actually got a chance to wear them, or if she actually wore them at the funeral. Oh Lord, I bought those slippers on sale at the Rite Aide store---how embarrassing… Now I wish I had gone somewhere else and got something a little nicer for her to wear instead of $5 slippers! Let's just hope I read it wrong, and that she wasn't buried in them. I told my friend Maria at work, and she didn't think anything bad about it. In fact she told me that she had gone to a funeral where the woman was dressed in a fancy lingere and slippers. I guess God doesn't care if you show up in pajamas, but, I dunno...a visual of my poor ex-mother-inlaw with a dress and black fuzzy slippers in heaven kind of bothers me. St. Peter: "Hey Rita, who gave you those $5 black slippers you are wearing?" She was such a kind, innocent woman, I don't think she would have cared how much they were, but still, I wish I had spent a little more on her. I was going to stop at the Rite Aide today, but just the thought of seeing those slippers in the store made me not venture there. I went to Longs instead and bought some film and some stuff for the car trip to Arizona. I’ve been checking the extreme temperatures over there, and it is about 108 degrees. Wonderful. Oh well, it shall be an adventure nevertheless. I have to remind myself that Grandpa Dave wants linguica. Seems like there aren't any Portuguese people down in Arizona that know how to make linguica!! Coelha@aol.com |