Aunt Lori has just combed Mom’s hair and tied it back. Mom starts to finger-comb the top of her ponytail.
Lori: Karon, what are you doing?
Mom: Straightening my hair to be wounded enough to drink wounded coffee! (said with the clear implication that we should know what she’s doing already)
Aunt Lori leaves so as not to laugh in front of mom and tells Cindy (the nurse) the story, loud enough for Mom to hear.
Mom, calling to them: I can do whatever I want!
Aunt Lori and the nurses keep laughing. Lori explains the notebook.
Mom: They’re right in a row! (holding her hand up) Regular and wounded! I’m wounded, so I drink wounded coffee! (said in a ‘duh’ voice)
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