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When I was a child, I met this woman named Mrs. Smith. That's not a pseudonym. And my Mom would drag me, not usually my brother, just me, outside of our small town, for maybe an hour's drive, to visit Mrs. Smith.

She was near-invalid, but not quite. An older woman, *enormous*, and she walked, the very few times I saw her walk, with two canes.

But that didn't happen much. We'd get there, and she'd be in a big easy chair on the porch.