Makes me smile, the way she’s still in touch with friends from secondary school…some bonds don’t fray.. 

Me: What are they doing now? How are they?

Daughter: Dead

Makes me smile when I pass her room and hear her waxing happy on the phone to a close friend from primary school days… 

I knock on her door to ask what madam wants for dinner…

Me: You seem happy…who was that?

A little risky, but I dare.

Daughter: Were you listening ?

Me: Of course not, just heard in passing,..

Daughter: It was Alex.

Me: Oh how lovely. How is she?

Daughter: Dead.