Bingo Queen

   
     Nanny Grace, my sister-in-law’s grandmother, remained sharp as a tack until the day she died. She raised several generations of children, but the time came when she decided she was ready for a retirement facility. Several weeks after she moved in, my wife and I went to visit her. 

     She walked us over to the bureau in her bedroom and said, “They make us play Bingo here every afternoon." She opened the top drawer; it was filled with bananas. “I’m a very good Bingo player, but just how much potassium does a ninety-five year old woman really need?”