Long ago, when we three paid a visit to Lola, we noticed that Lola wasn’t eating well. I suggested that the family members eat along with her. This suggestion worked when the homeowners reported that she was eating well. Lola appeared to be very healthy.

When returned another time, we noticed that Lola wasn’t supporting herself well while walking. I suggested that she get a wheelchair, which the SSN should cover.

This is what I heard and witnessed.

Scene one: In a VERY loud voice and obviously annoyed response to the three of us (and perhaps our presence, too) and with her outstretched arms to demonstrate to us the narrow distance between the sofa to her right and the China cabinet to her left, Auntie Malouse said:

There’s NO space! The wheelchair won’t fit in our house!

Bastos bloodlines!

To cuz Marianne: Your Paw is nasty. Long ago, when we three were at your second home, this is what I witnessed and heard while in the kitchen counter area. As mentioned in my previous blog entries, I will NOT forget your mistreatment to in-laws!

Scene one: Maw was to my left and talking with your Maw in front of her.

In-law Bella: Ate Angel! I want to visit your house one day.

In-law Angel: Sure! You are welcome anytime! Our doors are open to kin folks.

Scene two: Uncle Dead came from behind the left side of his wife. He clawed both the shoulders of his wife, Bella with both his hands. And in a low tone of voice that was loud enough for the three of us to hear, he leaned over and spoke into his wife’s right ear.

You can go there yourself.

Bastos bloodlines!