When I lost my grandmother a couple of years ago I was faced with the duty of
being her executrix. One of the saddest days was the day I had to clean out
her personal belongings. In her dresser drawers I found a full drawer of pure
silk slips and negligees, carefully wrapped in tissue paper, which
disintegrated when I lifted them our of their resting place. My Grandfather
gave her silk slips and nightgowns regularly, but always grumped that he "had
yet to ever see one". She never wore a one, but elected instead to "save
them". She saved them for the drawer, for dry-rot took them all.
Use your best OM...sleep with it if you must. :=) This is not a dress
rehearsal.
Susan Steele
Amherst, VA USA
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