Whatever You Say

I saw a former neighbor. She was an adult when I was a kid growing up. I saw her at the gym and had not seen her for several years. Her husband died about two years ago, and I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to go over and say hi. I was a little uncomfortable about saying, “I’m sorry to hear,” etc. But then the front desk was paging a staff member named Jay. That was her husband’s name, and when they paged Jay again, I knew I had to go over and say hi to Mrs. Wolf.