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Date Posted: Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:10: am
" ... When my father got home, the same discussion reoccurred. ..."
Yes, that always happened although I sometimes felt my father was too tired to care about the nitty-gritty details. But mom recited some of the most intimate details not just to dad, but my aunt and any of her coffee clique friends who stopped by for some coffee and cake.
And if there was a question of body temperature it would be taken again in the kitchen. That's when it got embarrassing because sometimes, not always, mom would decide I, or my brother or sister, had to lower our PJs and bend over the countertop so she could insert a rectal in front of who ever was visiting.
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