"I am not sure." - I finally admitted defeat
"What was the color of the curtains in your mother's kitchen?"
"White, with machine embroidered strawberries or raspberries or
something of the sort."
"What was the first horror movie that you have seen?"
"I can't be expected to remember that!" - I exclaimed.
"Of course you can't, dear. No one can. You'd be lucky to get one
response out of three correct, you know." - She agreed - "This is the
point I am trying to make. Didn't you find my family's omniscience and
total recall a trifle overdone? Didn't you ask yourself for a minute how
come they are all blessed with such supreme, marvelous memories?"
She sounded distant and heartbroken as she said:
"I have changed my will, you know. They couldn't fool me with their
slick off-the-cuff ready-made know-it-all responses! It's all yours now.
Sleep well, my true friend and, henceforth, my only heir!."
She glided over and kissed me on the cheek, once, like a butterfly
alighting.
*****