This evening while eating dinner Josette choked on some of her food.

She was wailing her arms, fighting for help, fighting for oxygen. Her lips started to turn a lightish blue.

We grabbed her, pumped out the lodged piece of pasta, we patted her back, and she let out a violent cough which ended up being her saving grace.

She proceeded to request a cup of coffee and she went to lay down on her LazyBoy.

But even in that chaos, the house became instanteously silent. A giant, lonely world. The energy shifted. For a moment, I felt what the world would be like when the day came for her to pass away and leave us for good. It was like a glimpse into our future lives. A preview that was so sharp.

I didn't like it, because I was swimming in sadness too immense for me to even organize or comprehend. In this story, which I know I will have to live out eventually, a part of me dies. Dies. Dies. Dies. And never comes back.

No...you don't know him. But I'm happy I speak my mind. It opened the mind like that. When you want to tell him the truth, he don't like dat. Nobody like dat!

I like movies rated R. It's real Fifi. Dat's how dey really talk-- what are dey gon do? Show da pussy?! No, no...

(while watching a war film, a French soldier is beating up an Algerian soldier)

Bastard French.

(watching a film- characters are having a dance, partying)

After dey do dat, dey gon go to da BED!

(next scene comes, yep, man and woman are in bed together. Josette, while shaking her head:)

I tole you.

you right, you right, imma start cook my dinna now. Oh! I'm going to cut my little potatoe, just like Meme did.

A: Did you dream?

Josette: No.

A: Did you pee?

Josette: Oh yeah!

A: Did you pale?

Josette: No, no. (beat) You are curious about ev'rythang! Oh, I love you!

Josette: Da yalo is who?

A: Brazil!

Josette: And who is de green?

A: Cote d'Ivore!

Josette: Ahh.... (pause) Beautiful. You know 30 years ago them people were nothing. Some of dem pretty good, ya know!

Josette pauses, watches the Brazilian players.

Josette: You know, some of dem not bad looking.

A: They're too young for you! Too young!

Josette: Oh! No! Are you crazy? I like Korean man.

F: If Korea were playing America in soccer, who would you root for?

Josette: What?

F: Who would you want to win?

Josette: Korea, of course.

F: What! Have you lost all national alligence?

Josette: Fifi, Americans ruin dey're corntry. Vote for dat guy, dat sonuvabitch guy. Lies! No, but I love Americans, dey just dont think straight!

Feeeeeeeeeeeef! Whered u put ma sponge dey are?

F: Those poor pelicans! They have no idea what's happening to them. They're terrified.

Josette: And da ducks too!

(she is watching TRAVEL and they is a special on about St. Croix)

Josette: Oh, I neva go der. Neva! No way!
A: Why?
Josette: Are you crazy? With all off dos sue-noomies and hurracanes! Oh.. wait a minute.. does America own dat land?
A: Yeah. I think so.
Josette: Oh, I didn't know dat. Huh (beat, aha moment) I don't know everything.