My mom is almost 87 and her sister in law is in her 70's. They talk on the phone several times a week. I often ask her what they talked about. Here's my version of their conversation:
LaVerne: Hi! What are you doing?
Elsie: Eating a bowl of cereal.
LaVerne: Oh, you’re watching a serial?
LaVerne: How are you feeling?
Elsie: Oh, not so good. I had a treatment Friday and I’ve had diarrhea and a sore throat since Monday.
LaVerne: Your diarrhea is sore and funny?
LaVerne: I saw the new baby Nathan. He’s handsome. Boo calls Josephine “the baby”
Elsie: He’s a hand full? Boo does what?
LaVerne: Well, I guess nobody is going to pick me up and take me to their house.
Elsie: A body was picked up at your house?
Elsie: Well, what can ya do?
LaVerne: That’s for sure.
Elsie to Mary: LaVerne said that Nathan is something and she did something and I can’t make heads or tails of it.
LaVerne to Debby: Elsie said something about a serial and diarrhea. I can’t make heads or tails of it.