She stared out the window with unseeing eyes, a cigarette between her fingers, suspended in mid-air. Someone touched her shoulder. She turned. “Oh hi, M.” She managed a wan smile.
“Hi, kiddo. How’s it going so far?” M tried to sound cheerful.
“Well,” she paused, “I guess this is what crazy people like me have to do.”
“You’re not crazy. Stop saying that.” M admonished her gently. “We all miss having you around.”
She struggled to find the words, while thoughts raced through her head in circles. “I’m so confused.”
M smiled reassuringly at the stranger who was her friend.