on a screened in porch, mom in a wicker chair with large cushions and dad to her right, on a wooden chair. me across the room with my back to the yard.
me: "hey - dad, how is your mom?"
dad: "alive."
mom: heartfelt humor laugh, its kind of a chest snort with a smile and a gulp
dad: "volunteering in every way she can. registering senior citizens to vote."
me: (seriously confirms) "well, you got to get the dead vote."
mom: uncontrollable laughter
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