One of Mama's best friends at the Village Home was Joyce. Joyce had suffered a stroke & was wheelchair bound. She had great difficulty speaking, but remarkably Mama was able to understand her most of the time. Joyce was a big smoker & loved to go outside just like Mama. They had their spats, but they were inseparable. This is the first conversation I heard between them when I met Joyce while visiting Mama. Remembering this encounter always brings a smile to my face & reminds me that these two old gals always told it like it was.
|Mama's Bench in NYC|
Joyce: I'm a lesbian... well, I used to be.
Mama: That's nice, as long as you're happy.
Joyce: (pause) My daughter is a prostitute.
Mama: As long as she enjoys what she's doing & is good at it.
Joyce: (looking at me now) I LOVE your mother.(She reaches over to hold Mama's hand).
Mama: I love you too, dear - but not THAT way.(Mama gingerly pulled her hand away & patted Joyce on her knee.)