I’m sure it all seems absurd to you. It does to me. How earnestly we imagined that bleak future—the diabolical disorientation that would transform our innocent lives. Although, recounting it now, it dawns on me that there are four hundred old souls in my assisted-living facility. No resident under seventy. I don’t know a single one of my contemporaries who lives with her family.
I’m sure it all seems absurd to you. It does to me. How earnestly we imagined that bleak future—the diabolical disorientation that would transform our innocent lives. Although, recounting it now, it dawns on me that there are four hundred old souls in my assisted-living facility. No resident under seventy. I don’t know a single one of my contemporaries who lives with her family.
