— John Irving (A Prayer for Owen Meany)
Oh, for one last conversation. I wouldn’t talk much, I’d want to listen in on you and your grand daughter, who – just by the way – looks so much like you that it sometimes takes my breath away.
I started cooking early today; my mother in law is coming to lunch tomorrow, along with my good friend, Sidey. You’d love Sidey, but you wouldn’t like my MIL at all; she once made the Bunn sleep on the floor. I’d asked her to babysit as we were going to a wedding and would stay in a hotel overnight. When I arrived the next morning, she explained that her dog didn’t like anyone taking his place on the bed. I never let her babysit again. She also throws away the handmade cards my dort makes for her; you would never do that.
You’d approve of my menu; we’re having French onion soup, a roasted lamb guard of honour and a mixed berry tart. I’d have got you some of that dreadful Drostdy-Hof Extra Light wine you loved.
And I’d tuck a blanky around you for an afternoon nap on my couch …