When I asked what-if questions

At the sidewalk cafe in Lincoln Square over eggs florentine and orange juice, I started asking what-if questions. As in, “Would you still like me if…” questions.

–What if… what if one day I turned crazy? Like, just out of the blue?

–Crazy-er?

–Ha! No, really. What if one day I just turned crazy?

–Crazy-er?

Which, while not the answer I expected, felt comforting.

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