After forty years, we stand in awe in the waiting room of a hospital. Equally speechless. And before we have time to reassure each other that we haven’t changed a bit, his name is called. There he goes, behind his walker. Over his shoulder he still calls, without a hint of irony, “See you in another forty years, mom belle”.
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A version of this article also appeared in the December 2, 2022 newspaper
