January 20, 2020:
With her child's smile and her child's enthusiasm she asks to see my fingernails.
"I want be doctor," she says, and while we've already done this several times I force down my smile while she portentously ponders my cuticles, chanting, "Hmmmm. Hmmmm."
She's thirty-seven, newly divorced, in search of direction. That direction won't be me, but, I wish her well.