Yes, she said, yes I will. And she did, ever si slightly, ever so thoughtfully, and now here she was. She still didn’t totally understand it. None of us did, really, I mean we had known her for years, decades even, for some of truly almost all of our lives. And even those of us that stayed in touch. That had beers with her on rainy Saturday afternoons, and attended her Christmas parties with the amazing candy cane cookies she would bake and always be eaten from the oven trays and trays of them, and cocktails at Le Courvisiuor before dancing downtown. That was what it was like. All the time.