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I was about to jump in the shower when I heard my cousin say Yolanda was playing the drums in the high-school marching band. I knew it couldn’t be Yolanda. She was in the Poconos. I said I think you mean Miranda. Something in the way he laughed made me look at the rug –bits of potato salad and crumpled up paper. I grabbed a box of Kleenex. Mildred came out of the kitchen saying someone spit in the soup. I put my arm around her and said friends do that sometimes but sometimes they save your life. That’s the thing you have to focus on. She laid a deck of cards on the floor and said many kinds of death are permanent. She made a face as if that was worth thinking about. Yesterday’s cards said she’d never get married. I said the place was a mess and company was coming. She licked her elbow and frowned.