November 13, 2020:

With her child's smile and her child's enthusiasm she asks to see my fingernails.

"I want be doctor," she says, and while we've already done this several times I force down my smile while she portentously ponders my cuticles, saying, "Hmmmm. Hmmmm."

She's thirty-seven, newly divorced, in search of direction. That direction turns out to not be me, but, I wish her well.