On the drive to the house, I pick up my mobile. “I need to call my friend Liz,” I say, half to myself and half to Minal in the backseat.
Always ready, she chimes in: “Liz who?”
“I only have one friend named Liz,” I respond.
“You used to have two.”
But your other friend Liz died, right?”
“Yes,” I say. “So I can’t call her.”
“You could always call her in your mind?”
I put my phone down and concentrate on driving. “Yes, I could always call her in my mind.”