Ms. Bea

It’s not enough that she’s had a fractured hip repair, cancer, seven bi-pass surgery, congested heart failure, five strokes and a heart attack. She can’t find a damn thing to wear in her closet after shrinking three inches and losing fifty pounds.

A good appearance would be nice at assisted living; make a gal feel like she can still look nice with the rest of them. It’s hard to walk with your pants falling off of you at ninety-two, swollen ankles and a…