Days after we moved in our house, a woman with gorgeous skin and gray-white curly hair showed up at our door. She thrust at me a foil-wrapped loaf of pumpkin bread with nuts, and welcomed me to the neighborhood. People don’t do that very often anymore, especially if they live around the corner and two doors down. We became friends.
Edie invited me to the opera. She adores opera, but her husband Frank equated it with what hell must be like and never went with her. After an hour of The Barber of Seville I had to agree with Frank and although of course I did not say that , she got my vibe because now she invites me to plays.
She is old enough to be my mother, which works well for me because I ask her questions on how to handle various puzzling aspects of life, not because she is old, but because she is wise. Maybe a little bit because she…Read more