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Janice
No matter the statement---casual, conversational, or formal,
she always replied with the words, "I wouldn't be too sure
"about that," then assert her own interpretation, in
sentences as clippsed, and jagged, and terse,
like a bad telegram, and its Morse Code worse.
Now, she is a garrulous old fossil---
still arguing with the daily new cycle, and
reinterpreting it to the annoyance of her grandchildren.
Unwelcome in the homes of neighbors, to which
she sometimes wanders (in search of an audience); and
avoided by her few friends still remaining alive,
she has never understood the better part of discretion;
she disdains the courtesy of considerate concession.
Starward
