because she very often had a serious headache
(which might last a week or even two).
She fended off inquiries with such replies as
and Mouldering away.
She played golf and bridge
until dementia left her with
one foot in the grave.
|My mother and I by the Loire in 1981.|
Only to me would she say how she really was,
and not all the time.
I rarely ask how people are,
because I also hate being asked how I am
even though I mostly feel pretty good
and almost never have a headache.
This is amplified behavioural inheritance.