“Did you watch the Oscars?”
She glowered at me from her existential book.”I gave up on those years ago.”

“There was a long-haired guy who won an award that told the audience to remember the people of Ukraine and Venezuela.”

“Was he in the selfie that shut down Twitter?”
“Yes, he was.”

“Which is worse?” She leaned forward suddenly. “Saying I look older than I am or that I’m younger than I look?”
I watched her face transform, just by turning her head, from young and cruel to old and sweet.

“The first, I think.”