Hand-me-down

The chair's placed across my living
room close enough to the front
window that anybody who
enters rubs against it. They
could use a grandmother's
luck.

It was the chair before
her last—replaced by a deluxe
model with a built-in massage
system, so this chair was a
hand-
me-
down.

Not from a lack
of comfort, but I rarely sit
there, except on the few
occasions when guests
occupy my other
seats. Pull the right-
side lever and the foot-
rest elevates. Lean back to
recline.

It's my grandmother's
chair and it adorns my
home like an urn on the mantel
would.