We went out to eat with Judy and Rob on that Friday night. It was a wonderful meal and the seven of us had a fantastic time. Rob wasn’t what I had expected. He was a big man; he could have passed for an NFL linebacker, and he was bald. But he had a great sense of humor and a fantastic laugh.
“If you need to know how to handle these Bedford sisters,” he said, conspiratorially, as he indicated Janet and Judy, “don’t come to me for answers. After twenty-three years of marriage, I still haven’t gotten it right. Look at me! I had a full head of hair until I started pulling it out.”
Judy gave him a playful shove and Janet threw her napkin at him. He laughed and laughed.
“Seriously,” he continued, “they are quite a lot to handle.”
“You seem to be doing okay.”
“That’s because I learned that m
