A friend has had the life of her design. But her only child had a mental breakdown last autumn and spent weeks in a psychiatric hospital, then more time going to therapy every day, and then... well, there's always more. So she calls me.
I ask about her child, and she gives me the sanitized dope. Finally she gets to the real reason she called.
"How have you coped all these years?" she asks.
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