I was irritated that I had this Kenny Rogers song in my head and did not understand why until I became aware that I had had the longest, deepest, most profound sand vulnerable conversation with Claudia that I’d ever had in my life. She at one point whispered to an invisible third party, “She knows me too well — but we can’t let her know!”
It rebuilt the bridge between the mouthy preteen giantess and the little girl who bought me a fleece scarf from the school store when she was three and attending Pre-K. I cry every time I look at that thing.
And then I accidentally saw her on Instagram.