When you come to mind, it's difficult keep the memory away. The time you scolded me in your old age. Though it wasn't a scolding was it? No, more a proclamation of discontent at the thought of my untimeliness; being late to take you to see her. Frances wasn't doing so hot, lost in a state of degradation, falling out and soon gone. It is difficult for me to have to remember the tears in your large blue eyes the day after.