"Do you still have your piano lessons?"
"No. I haven’t seen that guy since he came here and almost died."
"He almost died?!?"
He sounded really down and tired, missing that usual spark. I’m not sure he even wanted to hear from me. Thinking about it later, the brain goes into overdrive. Does he act this way for the others when they call? It’s hard to pretend to be a cheerleader when you feel like an absolute phony. I suppose it would help if there were some give and take. I couldn’t even be straightforward with the status of my prayers, lumping them into a rambling series of well wishes and optimism.
He makes me go up an octave and lose all sense of myself. An onlooker might think I was speaking with a stranger.