In all my meetings with the aged Dame, I haven't seen her show even a glimmer of weakness. But now, it seems she was close to tears.
"Are you alright, Madame Dame?" I found myself asking.
"I didn't think she would be taken away from me, I… I… just can't believe she's gone" and this time, the tears dropped, clear drops unevenly cascading her slightly wrinkled face.
With the color of her eyes, it seemed like her pupils were squeezed to render such streaks.
If I was nonplussed by her statement on the roses, now I was totally at sixes and sevens. I had no idea what she was talking about, or whom she was referring to.
Or…
Could it be that the aged Dame was already experiencing the senility of old age? Was she that old that her mind was deteriorating already?
I hated such sights, it did something to my heart. I had made mention of being a tad bit more emotional than most, but seeing someone in tears, that was like the highlight.
