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 ..