Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for October 17, 2005
Transcript:
Gramma: Well, Val, I think I'm finally ready for my trip. Val: What trip? Gramma: My trip to Africa. Val: You're still doing that? Gramma: Of course I'm still doing it. Did you think I'd forgotten? Val: I was kind of hoping. Gramma: Wishing your mother would suffer memory loss...priceless.