Now give me a kiss, say you love me and off you go.” “Sure, Aunt Lu,” I said, and I gave her the kiss she wanted. Then I ran out and caught my bus. I didn’t say I loved her. I guess I did. But asking someone to say they love you–and she always asked–is like buying yourself a birthday present. It’s more than likely exactly what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it.
