I entered Ella's tiny apartment and she invited me to sit in her easy chair and asked if she could get me anything. I noticed a dish of hard candies on the table, so told her that these would be just fine.
We talked about many things and all the while I was helping myself to those delicious candies. She told me that she had a cleaning lady come in once a week (she couldn't afford her more often) and used her walker when she went to the market, just across the street and the basket in the walker carried her meager groceries. She said her dentures had broken a few months back and couldn't afford new ones, so she's been pretty much on a diet of soft foods.
When I was satisfied that I'd completed my report, I got up to leave, and noticed that I had eaten most of her candies so I apologized, but she said "Oh, that's just fine! You know I don't have dentures, so all I could do was suck the chocolate off them."
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