𝑂ℎ, 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙. 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑦𝑒𝑠?

[ She still has some imagination, and she likes imagining herself silver-haired with plants and grandchildren one day. No grandchildren here, but she might have everything else. God help her if she's still here when her hair goes completely silver. ]

𝑁𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦. 𝐼𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟, 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒? 𝑁𝑜, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑧𝑦. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑐ℎ.