Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for March 12, 2004
Transcript:
Margie: Ok, girls. This is your room for the week. The same room your mom used to stay in. Alix: What was she like, Aunt Margie? Margie: She was a handful! Sneaking out, sneaking smokes, sneaking sips of my wine... Alix & Holly: Our mother?! Margie: I wonder why she never told you.