When Bow Tie o’ the Day and I lunch with Suzanne, it’s a highlight of our day. We sit at a picnic table outside, far from her office. We laugh too loudly to sit any closer to her building. We are rambunctious, and Bow Tie eggs us on. So many people live together for years, yet cannot stand each other. They don’t communicate: they bicker. I couldn’t bear that. Suzanne and I live in twisty conversations and laughs that never end. I’m aware I’m a lucky soul. 🍀