A Long Lived Mother's House

One year to the day since matriarch of clan passed into heaven her age, a venerable 108. The hosts were tired, and richard grumbled all the way upstairs about being the youngest son whose role and misfortune had been to care for such a long lived mother. By nine 30 that evening, every one in the household lay in bed, even the house help. They only bothered to watch one soap opera on the small t v provided for them in the kitchen before turning in.