“I can’t believe it,” she said.
“Can’t believe what?” he said.
“I’m getting gray, my hair is turning gray,” she said.
He reached out and touched her hair, “I know,” he said.
“Yes of course that, but also down there,” she said, and looked down.
“Down there,” he said.
“Yes down there,” she said.
“I guess our hair turns gray wherever it is,” he said. She laughed.
He laughed and started singing—the old gray mare she ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to be. . .
She frowned, and then she smiled, and then they laughed.