Duno Brown

Duno Brown, an old woman. I was assigned to co-teach Bible School with her. She had white hair, and walked slowly. I was twenty-eight. I ran everywhere. We were instantly laughing about silly things. She had the world’s most amazing sense of humor. I was new in town. She had been around awhile. She was seventy-two, and delightful. The only thing she ever said disparagingly was about her ex. He had left her for a younger woman. She made jokes about it and I laughed. She was hilarious. She died three months later of cancer. I did not even know she had it. That was forty years ago and I love her still.