me: Uh oh. I think the clock finally died. The little switch broke off.
(this is the bedroom clock I’ve had for 35 years. It was a Christmas gift from my first newspaper. It’s lived on the nightstand since long before Mo arrived.)
mo: Maybe you can glue it back on?
me: No, it’s done.
mo: Huh. Well, I guess it’s safe to tell you now. That thing’s the ugliest color I’ve ever seen.
me: You never said anything.
mo: Well, it is. I hate it.
me: Hey, look. It works after all.
mo: pause. Huh. I mean, oh good.
I suppose she’ll say the same thing about me when I’m gone someday ..