Well, some Marine got in the back seat with her and started to get fresh which included running his hand up her legs. Back then if any military person needed a ride, it was common practice to just get them to their destination. She proceeded to tell the story of how she and another student sneaked out of their dorm to get the other girl’s BF to Baltimore to be shipped out. The nurses couldn’t stop talking about her as they had never had a 90 year-old patient who had a screaming red mani/pedi and who kept her lipstick and a mirror on her bed tray along with a pick for her hair! MIL was a nurse way back when and the staff asked her some questions about what nursing was like back then (she graduated nursing school in 1942, at the height of the war). The make-up thing – true story! My late MIL was admitted to the hospital and ended up in the CCU where it was one nurse to two patients. I am a Yankee of many generations and there is just so far I was willing to go. I lived there for 25 years and was married for 23 of them to a true FFV. So, now that you have been in the South for some time, do you have a deviled egg plate? The true mark of a Southern woman.
I also highly recommend anything written by Rick Bragg! I learned so much…
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