Wild Child

My mother was quite the wild child in her youth. She always said that she wanted to live a hard, fast life and die by thirty-five. We were stationed in Germany when her thirty-fifth birthday arrived and we were due to rotate back to the States. She asked my Dad to extend his tour of duty one more year, so she could postpone flying across the Atlantic until she was thirty-six. Why risk tempting fate? She's now eighty-eight years old.