The ladies arrived back at their room in the farm just in time to meet new relatives, Barry & Linda, Lisa & Simon. As they chatted and looked at old photos, attempting to solve geneaological mysteries, the fat lady realized she had probably never met anyone as sweet as these two couples. And they had never been out of the area, even to Colchester! It gave her hope for the human condition.
The fat lady awoke to the sound of her mother tip-toeing past her bed. "It's mine!" the fat lady screamed. "Too late!" chortled the old lady as she tried to rush to the bathroom. The fat lady sprang out of bed, and ran/waddled towards her mother, who was ahead. She caught up at the doorway, which they both tried to squeeze through at the same time. The old lady was successful, and slammed the door in her daughter's face. "Hurry up, Mommy!" whined the fat lady as she danced her little gotta-go-now dance. She knew better than to call her mother Dirtbag right now.
In Loving memory of my daughter, Susie Maye Carpenter Smith, who died from Cancer. 1953-2007. (Jokingly called "The fat lady" in this website.)