21 dead time

. i stopped at the door from the deck to the house and opened my mouth with fresh determination to defend my dead fgriend . i managed , just barely , to control the outburst i was rehearsing in my head .i had taken only two steps inside  when an old friend of mine , a social worker , said hello . her name was casandra poteet , she  was married to one of mine favorite mental health  colleageues  in boulder . i hadn't been aware  that they knew adrienne .
cassandra  revealed that a couple of her kids had been urology patients of adrienne's " i asked , wondering about my professional friend .
she seemed at a losss for words , but finally said ," no , he.... wallace couldn't come ." she lowered her voice ." he had some issues with adrienne about mason's ...care . it's award ." mason  was one  of their children .
 cassandra had said all that she wanted to say  about the topic . we began to talk about adrienne . less than a minut into the conversation i heard a voice from behind me say , " hey , it's me ."
my mind translated the melody as familiar , even if the words didn't register as anything  special , intrigued by the refracted memory fragment , i said ." would you please excuse me ?" to cassandra .
i turned to discover that i was looking into the eyes of my first wife , merideth .
me .
her .
whoa .