My mother was the biggest triskaidekaphobe on the planet. Not only did she dislike the number 13, she was wary of its multiples as well. When she read, she would skip pages 13, 26, 39 and so forth AND pass right over chapter 13 altogether.
Of course, being the sweet children that we were, we totally tortured her with uniform numbers and whatever else we could come up with.
I always remember her on Friday the 13th. Mom, this one's for you!
Of course, being the sweet children that we were, we totally tortured her with uniform numbers and whatever else we could come up with.
I always remember her on Friday the 13th. Mom, this one's for you!
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