...On Your Shoulders
(Thirty-six Years Ago)
"It's chilly today," said the old lady.
"Not too much, it is a nice day," I replied. We were sitting next to each other on the bench waiting for our bus at the central bus station in Jerusalem.
"You should wear that sweater, honey," instructed the old lady.
"I'm fine."
"It's chilly today," she repeated.
"Do you know me? Because I do not know you. You are not my grandmother," an annoyed me responded.
"True, but I could be. Who are your grandmothers? I might know them."
"I'm fine."
"It's chilly today," she repeated.
"Do you know me? Because I do not know you. You are not my grandmother," an annoyed me responded.
"True, but I could be. Who are your grandmothers? I might know them."
