Some months ago my Aunt Bea urged me to take my elderly and ailing Aunt Em’s mink coat. Bea said that it’s gorgeous, in perfect condition, and insured for thousands of dollars. When I said that I don’t wear fur, Bea pressed on with, “It will fit you perfectly.” I continued to decline the offer. Her last plea with me was, “But if you don’t take it, what I’m I going to do with it?” I suggested donating it to a church rummage sale. That’s when she accepted that I really wanted nothing to do with it.
Bea didn’t offer me any diamonds or jewelry but it wouldn’t have mattered because I don’t like or wear either.
Yet, there’s one person in the world that I truly enjoy seeing decked out in diamonds and fur. The Queen of Soul.
