Julie Oblon Of Indianapolis, In
Marie came into my life a year after my mother died. They were both born in the same month, same year. They look so much alike that my sister gasped when she met Marie. Marie and I developed a friendship that lasted the rest of her life. funny story: Marie and I spent a night together in a cabin. I had brought flannel sheets. Marie kept raving about how soft they were. When I realized Marie had never slept in flannel sheets, I bought some for her and mailed them with a card expressing my belief that it's a sin to live life without this creature comfort. When I saw her next, I asked her how she liked them. She evaded the question. I looked at her, laughed, and said, "You gave them away, didn't you!" Of course she did. No wonder the people of lower price hill call her an angel. I miss you already, Marie. Can you put in a good word for me? I need some help.