“I just got back from the dining room,” Maga said with an unusually chipper voice.

“Oh, wow! That’s super exciting,” I said.

“Not really. The food isn’t as good and there weren’t too many people. It was kind of a let down.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. But wasn’t it exciting to eat outside of your room?”

“I guess.”

“Did you wear lipstick to the dining room?”

“Oh, sure,” she said. “At least I think I did. That would be silly if I thought I wore it and I didn’t.”

“I’m sure you wore it. You’re good about applying it.” She wears the most classic red color. It’s an amazing shade.

“Where do you work from?” Maga asked out of nowhere.

So it’s going to be one of those types of conversations. I buckled up. “Well, currently I work from my second bedroom.”

“Where’s that?” Maga asked.

“Off my kitchen.”

“How do you get work?”

“The computer.”

“I don’t understand how those things work. I don’t have anything like it.”

“Well, you do have wifi, so you could work from your apartment too.”

“I do? Are you sure?”


“I’ll have to investigate that. Do you see any friends?”

“Just a few. And only outside.”


“Some friends who live nearby.”

“Who? What are their names?”

“M and G and C.”

“C. That’s a nice name. Is she as nice as her name?”

“Yes, in fact, she is.”

“How long have you known her?”

“About 19 years.”

“Really? My goodness. And how do you know her?”

I detailed how we worked at the same summer camp for kids, which delighted Maga. She especially liked the part where the kids asked for any other counselor besides me to throw the football.

“Did you know I’m almost 100?” Maga continued on with her rapid fire questioning.

“I did.”

“I don’t know how I got here.”

“One day at a time.”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Maga! 100! IT’S SO COOL!”

“I don’t know if it’s cool or not, but it is the situation.”

Questions. Opinions. The weather. Friends. Work. A lot of repeated information. A lot of new information. This 45 minute conversation covered everything and I was here for it all.

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