The Postscript

“Talking to a friend”

Yesterday, I got to talk with an old friend.

I used to see Cheryl almost every day. But for the last several years, we have seen each other once a year, at most. She's going to direct my show, so we'll be working together again. We had coffee and soup on a very cold day, and I had this strange feeling I had slipped back in time. I didn't need to explain a thing, talking to this old friend. I knew her and she knew me, and I lost track of the number of times we finished each other's thoughts. 'If we can't find a chair that looks good ...' I began.