“You know,” Maga said. “I think I forgot your birthday.”
“You were about 3 months early, weren’t you? And all four of you and your siblings were born in January.”
“I was. We were.” I marveled at the purpose in her voice. All these details she couldn’t remember earlier this month were at the ready.
“You were born on the 9th?”
“The 8th,” I said. “You were married on the 9th.”
“Why, you’re right. How did you know that?”
“It’s the day between my and [Sister J]’s birthdays. I never forget it.”
“Were you around when we got married?”
“Not quite. I couldn’t have been there if my mom wasn’t even there!”
Her laughter was quick and nervous. “My gosh. What am I saying? I’m a little crazy tonight.”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
“Weren’t you a premie? How early were you?” All those statements from earlier, now questions.
“My word. What did you weigh?”
“Two pounds, 6 ounces.”
“And you overcame all the problems and turned into a decent sized person.”
Back to the statements and if her tone was any indication, me being an average sized person means fame and fortune are inevitable.
*fingers crossed for luck*