At least 100, maybe. She didn't raise me, and in the time we had together, we never talked about it.

[ There was so much they didn't talk about, so much she would never know. Some days, she's glad for that, because she can fool herself into believing she can't miss what she's never had. But she did have it, for one single night, and she's always missed it and always will. ]

I know she was an adult in the '40s and looked the same 70 years later. Beyond that...