166. Nina
Fire-engine-red-station-wagon flying anywhere required with the tools of bribery loaded in the back. Aiding when we needed things of monetary value. Stopping along the way to play numbers you dreamt of the night before. From you, I learned money is not love.
posted by B Kiddo | 11:15 AM
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Hm. Money is not love, huh? I've never been confused by that aspect. Intriguing. I don't think that many, if any, people I know would be either. And THAT makes me think that there is a little more to that statement you aren't expounding on... very ambiguous. In a good way, of course.
As a child with divorced parents and each side of the family fighting to be favorite, Nina was a great Aunt who thought the more she bought us, the more she bailed us out of trouble, the more she did for us, the more we would love her. She didn't have the insight that knows what a good old-fashioned hug could do. She did what she knew, used money for affection. Sadly enough I have known and still know a few people who cannot show love without something tangible.
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