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Jon and Carol came in as they do every day she clutching a bit of cloth to her face and being unable to give me an honest look and Jon being overly enthusiastic about his coming meal (I am a goddess because I bring them food.) They met each other outside the bathroom, gazed across the table with a fifty year old expression and the only emotion I have ever heard in Carol's ancient, cracking voice is when she calls him baby Repeatedly I wonder, if or when I give up my mind to age and black eyes, will we do this? Drink tea with too much sugar and have a waitress that will be overly concerned if we don't show our wrink