“Thank you so much and be sure to tell him thanks too,” the woman said.
“Indeed,” I replied.
Years from now I will tell this story to my friends in the nursing home. But first old Tom will tell his story about the backflip he did off the Ouaquaga Bridge that one summer. A little applesauce will dribble onto his shirt in the telling. And then Cheryl, who’s a widow 4 times over, will tell a story about the time she ran off to Las Vegas with the guy she met at Rotary. She’ll have a bright pink spot on each cheek where she’s applied too much blush.
And then while poking at the pathetic lima beans on my plate, I’ll say, “Well let me tell you…one day when I was 51 and working for that lawyer, I acknowledged a client’s comment by saying “Indeed.”
My nursing home friends will sigh and nod appreciatively. A particularly animated guy named Bill, will slap his knee and say “Holy hell!” And Tom, who likes to read Billy Collins poems to me, will pat my hand tenderly and say “So you really were a rebel then.”