Tootie was this itty-bitty tiny little firecracker of a lady. What she lacked in size she totally made up for in class. She taught me to save the good stuff, which for Tootie was Madeira, for after 4:00 p.m. If you wanted a little taste earlier in the afternoon, that was OK, but make it something cheaper.
Tootie is also the person that made me look the most forward to getting old. Apparently, when you are 89 years old you can say whatever the hell you want. At lunch one day a new resident, Mrs. Bennigan, sat with Tootie. She took one look at Mrs. Bennigan and said, "If you can afford to live at Rock Ridge then I'd think you could afford to get a tooth."
And that pretty much sums up the conversation that day.
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