She picks it up, rifles through a couple pages, then tosses the AARP Bulletin across the table. I implore, with a quizzical brow furrow.
“They used to be for older people, but now…” Her words dangle out there.
“What?”
She whispers: “Obama…” It trails from her, as a curse.
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