The lady selling blankets was a mystery to us all.
My betting Cousin said she looked older than our grandmother.
I said grandma was the oldest person in the world.
She said “not anymore, that lady has sixty-years over grandma.”
The lady cycled into town dragging big bags of blankets.
Singing hymns from what seemed like a foreign, dreamy era.
“Have you seen her blankets? Handmade, but amateurish.” Babbled Cousin.
I just shook my head. “I’m going to buy one..”
“My ma says she should be ignored until she disappears.”
“Your ma would!” I power walked to the lady, annoyed.
Cousin shouted “you’ll wake her up then we’ll be ghosts!”