“Wow,” I tell her. “Your friend sounds nuts.” “Yours, too,” she says. “Think they’ll be OK?” I ask her. “I know I’m supposed to say yes, but the truth is, I think they’re doomed.” The two of us start laughing. It’s probably much, much funnier to us than it would seem to anyone else. But the way she says we’re doomed makes it clear just how not doomed we are. And that feels like something to let loose and laugh about.
