I don’t take much interest in birthdays. Just another arbitrary date, I tell myself.
Although I’m equally sure that human life is barely imaginable without ritual.
When I entered the living room she was already up.
“Happy Birthday!” she said.
I uttered some low-key thank you and then she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t get you a card. I didn’t really have an opportunity to go out by myself.”
Believe me, I contain my disappointment, as I leave for a meeting at the church.
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