Chapter 15 “Stifle it!” Edith Bunker shouted at her husband Archie, much to the delight of the studio audience who roared with laughter and broke into applause.
A thin strand of drool dropped from Dolores Coleman’s slanted lower lip when she opened her mouth to unleash an abrupt chuckle. Diana leaned forward over her mother who was seated stiffly in a firm, tightly cushioned chair stationed across from a twenty-five-inch television in the corner of the living room. With a dash of sadness tainting her faint smile, Diana reached for a napkin held to Dolores’s chest by two alligator clips strung around the elderly woman’s neck like a piece of jewelry. A few dabs did the trick.
She planted a quick kiss on her mother’s cheek, taking a moment to search for a hint of reaction in her mother’s ey
