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MG, can I confess something to you?

Sure, Vin. What’s the matter, hon? You look kind of rattled.

Rattled, tattled, smattled. Whatever you want to say, yes. I don’t know how to think about this.

What happened? What did you do?

I didn’t do anything.

Okay…

That’s just it! I didn’t do anything! Yesterday, I did my Sunday morning crystal breathing. Then I had my Sunday latte, which is double, with cinnamon. I did my ironing, stopped by Claude-Jay’s to get my eyebrows done –

I thought they looked nice.

Oh, thank you, don’t they? He does such amazing work. Anyway, I went to the farmer’s market and picked up some organic mini-eggplants which I whipped into a magical pasta dish. I ate with Fred, then I did that mask that I was telling you to try that I see you haven’t yet, and then, that was it.

Okay. Sounds okay. Why the big sigh?

I didn’t do anything. You know, to commemorate. I never turned on the TV or radio all day and MG, I wouldn’t have believed that I would ever ever ever say this, but – I have to whisper it - I forgot. I remember when I thought there would never ever be a day that I wouldn't think about it, and then on the anniversary, I didn’t even think about it once. I woke up this morning and I was like, “Oh my god! I missed September eleventh!”

Ohh. I see.

The worst part is, I even knew a few people. Not really well, but I still knew them. I feel so, so horrible.

Aw, Vin. Don’t beat yourself up. It means you’re healing. It’s not such a bad thing. It doesn’t mean you don’t care about them.

Did you do something for it?

I almost did the same thing as you. But when I finally dragged myself outside, without even thinking about it, I thought, “Wow, the sky and the weather feel just like – oh. It actually is.” Apart from that, it might’ve passed me by, too.

Okay. I guess that makes me feel a little better. Maybe Joanne’s on to something with her crying eagles and terror cookies.

Hm. I don’t--

Nah, you’re right.