Ginny is Thirty Years Older than Me
Ginnie is thirty years older than me, my cousin said.
Hold up! Did I hear her right?
You mean thirty years younger? I suggest.
My cousin laughs.
No, she is one hundred and two.
And you met her in the grocery store?
I sure did.
She drives too.
Her daughter was with her, she is eighty-two
Is she married? I ask.
My cousin shakes her head, no she has outlived three husbands.
She is dating a man who is one-hundred-and-three
What are the odds?
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