“Life’s meaning is….”
What was the rest of that wonderful quotation? Agatha couldn’t for the life of her remember, and it wasn’t that long ago she had read it!
Obviously, at the age of seventy-nine she was having memory problems and had been for some time. Usually it was trivial, like where she had put her glasses, but here was something really important—life important—like forgetting to turn off the stove.
If only she’d written it down! But then she remembered her granddaughter’s advice:
She googled the first words and the rest of it came up right away, “it ends.”
Clever ending
Very clever! Thumbs up.