My doctor has me on a diet meant to make me linger. She says we all grow older. I notice her hair is a different color this week and I mention it to her. She smiles and says it's like her real color.
At home, I listen to George Gershwin, who died of a brain tumor at 38, and I read Somerset Maugham, who died of being 91 and Somerset Maugham, and I look at what's on my plate.