Who ARE These Old Ladies??
All weekend, stolen glances at my dear friend brought moments of nonrecognition. Who is that woman? She looks so familiar. She bears some resemblance to a girl I once knew. The girl whose image I see with my mind’s kind eye whenever I think of her.
No matter how many times I look at the picture from her son’s Bar Mitzvah (!) reception, I wonder whether I will ever be able to reconcile the memories with the reality.