“I have no rhythm,” I stated. “I mean really no rhythm. I can’t hear the 4-4 beat in a march. When I clap, I mimic the person sitting next to me, and if they’re off I’m doomed.”
“You’re not supposed to have no rhythm,” Kim laughed. “You’re white.” Kim was not. She had rhythm. “You’re just being true to your ancestors.”
Sometimes it seems strange that a young black girl, an old white lady, and a middle-aged Persian gal can find joy in each other’s company. But we do. We laughed about how close Kim and Vida had plopped down next to each other on the three-cushion couch, the price of bread (I still find hard to believe it’s over 19¢ a loaf — Couponman does my shopping), dancing when no one is looking, our magnet personality to attract blue flashing lights, kid crises (each sharing a trauma from a different stage), and our love of pancakes.
Laughter — the cure for what ails you and the glue that binds. Next to a visit by Kim and Vida, laughing is my favorite activity.
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I really think you need to get Coupon Man on the Price is Right!!!
Penny this is so awesome!! it just made my day!! I absolutely love the time that we spend together! Definately one of my most funnest memories!! I haven’t laughed so hard in soooo long!! I love you Penny!!
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