With a hand on each elbow, the “kids” walked Marcy down to the yacht club. It was a lovely night, the moon shone on the water, and lights from the boats twinkled merrily.
It was Marcy’s 80th birthday, and she had a secret.
After toasts and well wishes, birthday cake nothing but crumbs, Marcy stood. She looked with love at those around her, her friends, her family. She signaled. Her grandson stood and opened a side door. There was a collective gasp, for there stood a woman, a woman identical to Marcy. They locked eyes and they shared a mischievous smile.