“What’s it like to be 100, Great-Grandma?”
“Memories, Wee Lassie.” Edith closed her eyes and smiled wistfully.
“Jitterbugging and Lindy-Hopping till the sun came up. Five foot two, eyes of blue, that was me. Aye, and handsome young lads eating out of my hand – Cinderella at a non-stop ball. None of these games on your iPad, Wee Lassie. All for real.”
“Then along comes midnight, aka Adolph Hitler, and my true love flies up, up and away forever, but not before leaving me with your Grandad in my belly.”
A crystal tear ran down her cheek.
“75 years of memories.”