"It's to keep my shoulders from getting sunburned while I eat my breakfast," she said.
I was gazing at the dishcloth -- black, with nickel-sized pink, yellow, and turquoise dots -- that Martha had draped around her shoulders.
"What I like about being us," I remarked, "is that we're not going to have to change anything to become eccentric old people. We've already got it down."
"We're prodigies!" said Martha.