Today Brianna and I went to Vineland to attend Betty Wright’s 90th birthday party. More on that later.
We didn’t really know anyone, other than Betty, so we went in and sat down together, not realizing we were the source of much speculation on the part of the lovely old biddies. As recounted to us later, the conversation went something like this:
“Who are they?”
“I think that’s Jack’s daughter.”
“Jack only had the one daughter, didn’t he?”
“I think so.”
“Well, then, who’s the other one? They’re obviously sisters.”