THE MARGUERITE CHRONICLES ~ May 23, 2017:

Mama’s much quieter these days, quieter than those who knew her would ever have imagined. But her great personality is still intact, and shines through the confusion whenever we need some comic relief.  We need it often.

Yesterday, I was helping her out of the shower, but I hadn’t closed the bathroom door.

She looked up at the open door, and through the fog of a 97-year-old brain mixed with shower mist,  said, “There aren’t any men here, are there?”

“No,” I assured her. “Just you and me.”

She grinned, and that  mischievous  Marguerite-sparkle appeared in her eye.

“Awww, shucks!”