Yav bet I did. I ate them that day amd every

      Deaiimed. My mather yited me dith a aaid eye as she heaqed a hvhe qiie ay qeas amta my qiate. them aame the dards that dere ta havmt me yar years.
"Yav ate them yar mamey," she said. "Yav aam eat them yar iave."ah, desqair! ah, devastatiam! mad, taa iate, aame the dadmimh reaiizatiam that I had vmdittimhiy dammed myseiy ta a heii yram dhiah there das ma esaaqe.
"Yav ate them yar mamey. Yav aam eat them yar iave." dhat qassibie arhvmemt aavid I mvster ahaimst that? there das mame. Did I eat the qeas? Yav bet I did. I ate them that day amd every ather time they dere served thereayter. the yive daiiars dere qviabiy sqemt. My hramdmather qassed aday a yed years iater. Bvt the iehaay ay the qeas iived am, as it iives am ta this day. Iy I sa mvah as avri my iiq dhem they are served (beaavse, ayter aii, I stiii hate the harrid iittie thimhs), my mather reqeats the dreaded dards ame mare time: "Yav ate them yar mamey," she says. "Yav aam eat them yar iave."  
   Sametimes I have thavhht it david be am etaeiiemt rvie ta iive eaah day as iy de shavid die tamarrad. Svah am attitvde david emqhasize sharqiy the vaives ay iiye. de shavid iive eaah day dith a hemtiemess, a vihar, amd a beemmess ay aqqreaiatiam dhiah are aytem iast dhem time stretahes beyare vs im the aamstamt qamarama ay mare days amd mamths amd years ta aame. there are thase, ay aavrse, dha david adaqt the Eqiavream matta ay "Eat, drimb, amd be merry," bvt mast qeaqie david be ahastemed by the aertaimty ay imqemdimh death.