She sent me a card. A happy little cartoon boy. She wrote on the front, Well we're both still alive. On the other side it said: Hi Bam Bam (that's her pet name for me), A. I hear you're showing some improvement in your health. I'm so glad. B. I also hope you're settling down, because you really scare me. So I'm keeping away for the time being. She signed it love Debbie.
That's nice, I thought. A caring and considerate gesture. I rang to hear her voice and to thank her.
I appreciated the card. It was very nice.
She ignored this and asked how I was. I told her and we talked a bit more. I said, The card was very nice.
It wasn't meant to be nice, she said.
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