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Saturday
24 November 2001
 

 
I spoke with Catherine for an hour this morning. Spoke of forclosure and her concern for her family members. By the time she got to saying, "And how are you?" I couldn't speak. How could I be cheery. How could I share how much I love living with my boyfriend or how the children I work with delight me? How could I say anything after words like forclosure and welfare? How can I say anything now? I miss her, and I know I will miss her more now that I am so worried...
 

 
The mood was still pervasive when Charles came to pick me up for lunch. Here was another dear friend I had to catch up with, but on such a different level that I had trouble adjusting. In the dreary greyness of a rare Los Angeles downpour, we made our way to a restaurant that has a history for us, even though it was my first time there. We requested our favorite chef and slipped into the joy of the familiar. We hatted the lunch away and admired the rain from a safe dry place.
 

 
I feel the need to help her, and I've told her my plan...