Two Sweeties

Margaret and Myra, both in their eighties, survive the travails of nursing home life, and the contempt of their families over Myra's decision to bequeath half her fortune to Margaret instead of her own daughters. Myra shut her eyes, held the lids tight until they hurt, like a child's game of hide 'n seek. "I'm cold. They cut off my leg. Who are you?. . ." "I'm Margaret Princeton. Why don't you look at me?" "I'm blind, you silly, but I can see plenty. I don't need sympathy either. My name is Myra Gronbeck, and I'm eighty-two."