"You know, " my mother said to me yesterday morning,"You could have a betting pool to see who goes first - me or Paul Newman. He's not looking good."
I went home early to send her old walker to her. It would be cheaper and easier to buy her a new one, but she wanted that one because Patrick had teethed on its handle when he was a toddler, and she would stroll around with him perched on the seat.
I called Mom to let he know to expect it Thursday. She said, "Oh, and add that Amy Weingarten to the betting pool, I think I can beat her."
Winehouse, I hear my sister say in the background to correct her.
"Winehouse, whatever . . . she don't look good too," Mom replied.