[She sits there, struggling to observe]
"Oh . . ." Leon begins, only pausing to insert this dismissive jewish handwave, "She's got Alzheimer's.""Oh, I'm sorry to hear that . . . but what's her name.?"
A pause, then his sweetest recollection: "- - - Carolyn.""Well, I'll be sure to introduce myself the next time Carolyn and I cross each others' paths."
"she's really sweet -- well she was . . . I can tell you as a writer -- well, I guess I was a writer…"---- Explaining to this established writer, eighty-five: the desire to "live fast[, and] die young" -- familial cancers / heart disorders / &whatnot -- not wanting kids and just unimaginable the attempts at living beyond graves -- particularly with the state of my own twenty-seven-year journey, far from tangibility, slipped drillbits [and all].