“Lucille. Haven’t seen you in ages! I thought you were dead!”
“You always did have a sense of humor, Marlene.”
“How long has it been, Lucille? Fifteen years?”
“Seventeen years, four months and three days.”
“Wow! What a memory! Mine isn’t that good any more. I’m getting increasingly forgetful.”
“I remember everything, Marlene.”
“I envy you. You’re looking great too, Lucille. Feeling good?”
“I’ve never felt better.”
“I’ve had mobility problems for years, unfortunately, although today I’m striding along like a kid. Nothing hurts. I must be dead,” she laughed.
But, Marlene, I thought you knew. You are.