by Kay Heitsch
"Honey, do you have a boyfriend?" Gladys*, a tiny southern resident at the Memory Center asked me one day. I smiled, "No, Gladys I'm married." "Well, how long you been married?" Gladys questioned. When I answered, "Over 35 years." Gladys gasped, "Don't scare me like that! You couldn't have been over 5 years old to be married that long!"
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