nineteen

[fairestone]

Comments

[pappybear]

Not to mention you don't look it eithe It's just a number, Elisa.

[fairestone]

Just a number until you can't remember who anyone is anymore. Then it's old.

[pappybear]

Think you've got at least 40 more years before that happens. But by then you'll be too senile to care.

[fairestone]

Let's hope so, or I'll run you over with my walker.

[pappybear]

Always with the threats never with the making nice.

[fairestone]

I seem to recall making nice with you several times, Mr. Fisher.

[pappybear]

There's a line between what you're referring to and making nice. Frankly, I don't know what that line is, but when I figure it out I'll let you know.

[fairestone]

When have I ever been not nice? Well besides the time I got angry.

[pappybear]

In about 40 years involving a walker.

[fairestone]

Only if you call me old when I'm 80.

[pappybear]

By the time you're 80 I'll be in a coma.

[fairestone]

Oh shut up, you will not be. You'll be trying to look up nurse's uniforms in the old folks home.

[pappybear]

"Nurse! My oxygen nose hose fell into my pants, could you fish it out for me?"

[fairestone]

Hee. "Could you feed me my tapioca pudding nurse?" You naughty boy.

[pappybear]

Doesn't hold a flame to you in 40 years.

[fairestone]

My my, you do know how to make a girl feel better about her age.