I said, “What do you mean?”
She repeated what I’d told her about about the Christmas-time death of my mother, my recent divorce from a husband, who had left me for his secretary, and the foreclosure on my house because I was unable to make the mortgage payments.
“A glass half-empty person gives up. A glass half-full person finds a way through,” she said.
I can’t decide as I stand here with a glass half full of milk – and a glass half full of poison.