about the times we worked together.
We agree it feels very long ago.
My friend looks fabulous for her age.
A good decade more younger.
Her wardrobe, makeup, manicures,
cosmetic interventions were--and are--
tourist attractions.
So it shocks that she is losing her mind.
Six times I tell her my man has died.
And now she inquires cheerfully,
So how’s your husband?
I return our talk to the past she remembers still well.
That beautiful past when my man was living
and my friend remembered his name.
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