"I'll take a cab, it'll be fine, he's the only one my travel insurance covers."
"The only one? Art! What kind of insurance do you have? I'll call them, I'll find you a chiropractor. Betty Melville, she has family in London, they'll know someone."
God. "It's fine, Gran. How are you?"
A sigh. "How am I? On this day, how am I?"
"How is your health? Are you keeping busy?"
"My health is fine. I keep busy. Father Ferlenghetti came to dinner last night at the house. I made a nice roast, and I'll have sandwiches today."
"That's good."
"I'm thinking of your mother, you know."
"I know."
"Do you think of her, Art? You were so young when she went, but you remember her, don't you?"