" And he didn't say anything?" No." That's good." How is that good?" Think about the things he might have said. 'Get out.' 'I don't ever want to see y...u again.' 'I'm leaving and I'm never coming back.' 'I want a divorce.' 'I hate you.' You get the picture. I'm not saying everything will be fine, but when you don't get the worst possible news, it could be because you're not going to get the worst possible news."I don't know if I already was, after all, I apparently didn't know myself all that. It wasn’t until I was on the way that my heart started pounding unceasingly. I arrived just before the appointed time. The park was dark, lit only from a few streetlights and the parking lot wasn’t illuminated at all. The park itself was situated south of the main road and with the exception of the lot, was covered with well-tended trees and accessories for children to play on, like swings and Jungle Jims. I hid my car behind some bushes and took the still hot meal to a park table and began. ”“You go, if anyone knows where it’s at it’s gonna be Tony.”“Beth, you just want to fuck him, he don’t know shit. Besides, only crazy people just stand on the street starring at a brick wall.”“You leave then, Amy; I’d have a better chance without you anyways, you’re too square for Club Bizarre. Tony warned me not to bring you.”“Fuck you; find your own ride home if you gonna be a bitch.”Beth doesn’t acknowledge Amy’s ranting as she walks off. Instead, Beth stands as still as she can on the. The last I remembered before last night had been laying in bed waiting to die of old age and generally crappy health. There should be no way I could be sitting in a tent somewhere by a lake, let alone sitting cross-legged. I was far too old for that shit.So I looked at myself for the first time, and damn it, I wasn't me!After 93 years, you know yourself pretty well. 93 years of staring at your own face in the mirror every day makes you pretty good at knowing the nooks and crannies of what makes.