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October 4, 2009
Back from A's; I put away margarine tub containers of homemade pasta sauce and lentils with rice. I call, let her know we're home safe, check the date for our next visit. I'm full--as usual she keeps ladling food, pushes more coffee and cookies. As usual she beams, “Aren't we having a nice day,” and we sit back and watch “Jeopardy” and “Wheel of Fortune” and reminisce about J, the daughter who was my best friend who died eleven years ago. M, her daughter who lives next door, stops by late with pizza slices: “Eat!”