Not bad at all

My mother, who turned 89 on Thursday, and the religious sister immediately after me in the sibling pecking order who 16 years ago considered having an exorcism performed on me, sat across from me yesterday having brunch. They both call me J as compromise and it works because it is their way of coming towards me. 

I was relaxed as were they and there is no longer anything surreal about these meetings. They are now standard fare for both of them. 

Not bad for a child of the 1960's.