35. “Don’t get too lost for too long”
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an Irishman tells us from the Will Eno play. The play ends. The lights go out. The lights come up. Clapping. Bowing. Standing.
The elderly woman sitting next to Jeffrey asks him if he’s Irish. She wondered because Jeffrey understood where all the funny parts were in the play. And she was grateful for the laughter. She knew it was there but couldn’t quite catch it.
I am reminded that misunderstandings don’t always beget blame. I am reminded how to smile. How to compliment without being a complement to a room.
How I like Jeffrey there beside me. How I love him so.
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