“Spiked Lemonade Drinking, Waiting on A Seafood Pasta, Somewhere”

“How long have you known?”

“Eh – a few days now.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing that you aren’t too worried about it.”

“I’m not not worried about it, you know? Does that make any sense?”

“Sure.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Say what you have to say, Michael.”

“Rae, can we just enjoy this day.”

“Whatever – I’m sure you’re counting down.”

“Counting down for what?”

“I only get ten minutes. Seven down.”

“You never got it. And even now – why are you like this?”

“Because I’m scared.”

“I know.”

“Of course you know.”

“What about the kids?”

“They know – I couldn’t make up a business trip story, because they know all of my business. They are nosey.”

“Well, with good reason – ”

“Don’t start.”

“Haven’t said a word.”

“Good, ” she says, and I laugh.

“Some things never change.”