"Well, you are getting older dear," he told her bluntly. "Would you like to see?"
He handed her a mirror and she noted that her hair had started going gray. As she passed her mid forties, her face had developed laugh lines and crow's feet."
"Oh my, I look like Aunt Jane," she gasped, and noticed her vision was starting to blur, when some granny glasses on a beaded chain appeared on her face.
"How old will I get young man, and could you change the heat--it is soooo hot," she gasped, as she fanned herself.
"I just went through menopause, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did, though at least it was quick."
"Oh my, so much for my youth," she muttered to herself, as the years flew by. As she watched, she saw jowls form and under eye bags, and her eyelids droop, and her chest
sag, as she passed into her sixties. Her throat looked crepey, and she felt her body shorten slightly. Her joints had a touch of ache to them, just enough to make her
uncomfortable. Her long, curly, black hair now had a salt and pepper look to it, and she had a white streak down one side of her face.
As she hit 76, her clothes she came in with just didn't seem right.
"Ma clothes dear, they no longer seem..what's the term I'm lookin fer..."
"...not age appropriate? We can atke care of that shortly. "
"Yeppir, ya could say that I guess. Spose, I'm bout done there sweetcheeks, eh?"
"Not quite yet ma'am, just a few more years to go."
"Oh..alright then dearie, " she sighed in rattling voice," ah spose ya know best. He he he,"she cackled nervously.
"Lookin more an more like someuns great granny ah am, yessiree," she noted, as her mouth felt weird and she removed her teeth.
"Whas wifff dish?" she wondered, as a nearby nurse helped her put them back in.
"Those are dentures dear."
"Boy, yeer jes full a surprises, eh?"
She kept on aging, her hair more and more white as she passed 80 and came to a halt at...