We Are Just Six Ordinary Women

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Gayle’s husband went blind. Mine got cancer and is okay, and then we got divorced. Marie’s got cancer and is probably not okay. Or probably not going to be okay fairly soon; it’s a tenuous situation. Dory’s husband is fine, but her brothers keep dying. Micky’s husband is fine. Ann’s is dead.

We are 47, which seems impossible, because we are really — we will really always be — 17. And it’s such a cliche, I…