Old Friends

Lee and Essie have been my dad’s friends since the 1970s. I had heard that Lee was sick and had stopped remembering things, but it turned out that this wasn’t true. I wrote about them in a previous tinyletter here, imagining tragedy out of rumors. But when we come up out of the elevator, they are bright and lucid at the door, a little smaller and a litt…

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