Gran(i)t(ed), she was the silent type. Was never accusitory and never ran around, so I would say she was indeed stable as a brick.(Well , at least shaped like one in a plastic container). And of course she was always at my side (sometimes in the brief case), but she was always Exhibit "A" with the big yellow sticker. Never complained about the lunch or dinner menue, always the inexpensize date. But she just never opened up! I just don't know anymore Tom, always a puzzle hiding behind the furnace in the basement,a least for a while .I think the really big thing was the family - not really wanting to be associated with her, but wanted her $s, and that sort of lowered my heat for her. Not that it made any difference in her state. Ah, Muriel, such sweet memories. What a woderful relationship compared with others. Muriel, sweet Muriel, RIP.
