My sister Lucile reminds me of the chicken casserole my mother made with crispy Chinese noodles on top. Here's my side: it sounds familiar, but I don't remember it.
And I don't remember that she left a casserole in the oven every week for us when she went off to teach piano lessons in Mar Vista.
I do not doubt Lucile or her memory. In fact, I wonder why I don't remember.
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New subject. Another friend has died. Evelyn. If the weather and roads allow, I will go to her funeral Saturday morning.
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