Lisa’s Turn: Henry’s Feet Appear Wrinkled. Will I Sleep Tonight?

While getting ready for bed a few hours ago, Henry walked into my home office in his bare feet.  Strange.  Usually he’s plodding around the house in his worn plaid slippers his deceased wife, Sylvia, gave him decades ago.  His two big toes have worn through the slippers, yet he refuses to part with them. “Lisa, remember to […]

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