Rough Old October
This is a bit awkward. I don't know them at all. I just talked to the mom on the phone, to confirm dinnertime. The fact that she can answer the phone at all amazes me.
There was that weird' – Hi there, I'm a perfect stranger but I'm going to come over and feed your family because something so horrible that I can't begin to contemplate it, has befallen you. So do you like cilantro?'* – thing. Hem haw. 'Do you know how to get here or do you need directions?' Hem.
Tomorrow will be easier. I have a dear friend, one of the Sushi Babes, who's just had two very large tumors removed, along with any chance of carrying a baby. I've visited her twice already, once with another Babe and a houseful of visitors, and once last Thursday. I can sit and cry with her. I can joke that together we make one whole woman. I can offer her a womb, if she wants to go that route. I can bring music and recipes and quilt while she crochets. We can bitch about the doctors who wouldn't let us keep the nasties in a glass jar – we made them ourselves after all, dammit! And they are such pretty pearls...
But bread and soup. What words do you serve with that, to a total stranger?
*Not my actual words. I'm not that socially autistic. But I was thinking them.