Changes

"She's weird, but we're working on changing that."  It surprised me to hear those words come out of her mouth.  She's old enough to be my mother, and my mother knows you can't change people.  If they're weird, they're weird, and you'd be better off accepting that.

And she's not that weird, either, this girl.  Quirky, yes.  Eclectic tastes, very probably.  But weird?

Not remotely.

But I didn't say anything.  After all, what are the odds of changing the old lady?

Slim to none, I'd say.

And I'd be pretty weird if I couldn't see that.