Just The Right Way To Do Things
My friend Kathleen flew around the corner at exactly 10 am, in a brand new navy-blue convertible. I’d been waiting for her outside the hotel and I whipped back to get my purse because, really, this was a great car and I wanted a ride. “When did you get this car?” was the obvious first question. “As long as I’m dying I decided what the heck,” she said. I had first heard about her cancer from Linda who’d called her to keep in touch. So I called Kathy but I hadn’t mentioned her illness, because who wants to talk about dying when there are so many other things to talk about? We laughed for about twenty minutes and I told her I was coming home in September and we’d get together. September became October and I was finally here. I hadn’t called because I was scared. When I did call, Saturday night, I didn’t know what I’d say. “How about breakfast tomorrow? How about the hotel restaurant? How about ten so we can sleep in?” “You’ve heard that I was dying, haven’t you?” Well, yes, I h