Who does that sort of thing?
It was a local number and the voice on the other line was of a complete stranger. An elderly lady. She asked in a “hard of hearing” loud voice, is this and she called me by name. And I said, yes ma'am. She said, ‘I saw your picture in the paper and I called to tell you, you are beautiful.’ And me being a little taken back— no–a lot. I replied with a hesitant thank you, not knowing what was coming next. I expressed my gratitude again for her kindness and said, ‘Oh you must