“Whee!!”
The banister threw Della off once. Fell off? No, she was thrown off. My mom said she saw the banister ‘fling’ her off, much like when flipping a spider off your arm after it landed there by accident. Della broke her arm on the fall. None of us ever slid down the banister again. Many years later Della, suffering from depression and the evils she imbibed to fight it, burned to death in a fire while sitting in her own tormented house, perhaps a ‘relative’ of the one she had grown up in. The house was three for three if…well, I don’t know.
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