Bright Eyes: I want to know how you watched your parents. Very fascinated!
Felicity: My father was a mustard salesman.
Bright Eyes: What do you mean, mustard salesman?
Felicity: I mean he sold his goods door to door. Shall I go on?
Bright Eyes: Yes!
Felicity: I was making some lunch and went to the green house to get a jar of mustard and the door to my parent’s room was open.
Bright Eyes: Yes…Wait! Green house?
Felicity: What are you doing?
Bright Eyes: Nothing yet…What are you doing?
Felicity: If you’re yanking yourself I’m not telling any more.
Bright Eyes: Ever go phone?
Felicity: My husband is home.
Bright Eyes: OK — So what happened?
Felicity: My Dad was in his mid-thirties…He was a fireman.
Bright Eyes: I thought he sold mustard!.
Felicity: Mustard was a hobby!
Bright Eyes: When you saw them, what did you do?
Felicity: My Mother, she was moaning…
Bright Eyes: And…?
Felicity: Suddenly my Dad stopped–
Bright Eyes: Then?
Felicity: He stuck his head under the sheets.
Bright Eyes: They were under the sheets?
Felicity: My dad believed in manners.
Bright Eyes: How old were you?
Bright Eyes: Wow! And you remember all this?
Felicity: It’s one of the few memories I have of my beloved parents. They died a few days later.
Bright Eyes: Were they in a wreck or something?
Felicity: They died separately.
Bright Eyes: Separate wrecks?
Felicity: Yes. As separate wrecks.