My friend Regina is here with me. We talk on the deck while the house cleaners clean - about the art we want to make while she is here. She brought me canvases and paints and things. She goes for a long walk on the beach and comes back and talks with someone on the phone for about an hour. In Russian - so I think it's with her mom. I ask her if everything is OK. She says we'll talk about it tomorrow. We go out to the fancy restaurant out here, Top of the Bay, and have amazing apps and good wine and a fab sunset. We then go for pizza and return home. We yak on the couch and I say if you want to talk about your sad news now you can. She is very close to her two ex-boyfriends, Eddie and her first love Boris. They are both great men. I've known them both for or more than thirty years. While on her walk, Eddie calls her and says ... please sit down. "Eddie, I'm on the beach." He tells her Boris was driving upstate and pulled over on side of the road and died from a heart attack. Crushing news. She has to leave the beach early for his service. The fourth death I've heard about in less than a week.
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