ABSTRACT
Liesl and I sat in our usual booth at I-House, talking over the day’s accomplishments and problems as we waited for Elaine to join us for dinner. Liesl missed her “boyfriend,” as she called him, and told me tales about him to assuage her loneliness. She couldn’t understand Elaine’s attitude toward her ex-husband. Elaine had no bitterness toward him, but little fondness either. Their two sons were in college, and Elaine gloried in having this chance to live her own life, to explore new places, to make her own mistakes.
