First, let me say that my mother died for me. Dying is an expertise that only mothers can do in style.
Jeane’s mom, I must say, is a great mom. If by definition of “great mom” is someone who wants the best for her children. Like my mom.
Recently, everybody has been looking for Janet.
Jeane, darling, do you know where your mom is?
One of my friends and I have been discussing her over lunch today.
My Friend (MF): She may have been assassinated already. She stepped on some VERY big shoes.
Me: (gasps!) You think so? Is that even possible?
MF: Do you remember the Jews?
Me: The ones who were annihilated by the holocaust?
MF: Gas chambers were invented especially to silence scapegoats, you know.
Me (gasps!): That is so conspiracy-theory!
MF: Do you remember Jesus?
Me: Well, yeah!
MF: The Romans killed him.
Me: So you think Janet is dead?
MF: It’s also possible that she’d undergone plastic surgery. Let’s email Vicki Belo and find out.