anniversary

Yesterday marked one year without my dear friend Margie. I must admit that I resent the fact that she had other close friends, though they came in handy when we gathered together in the afternoon. If she had not been so important to so many, well, it would have been just me... sitting there at her kitchen table, chuckling to myself over unshared anecdotes.

question

This afternoon at lunch, my four year old posed this question: "Mommy. What does hope have to do with edemame beans?"
I answered as honestly as I could: "I don't know honey."