I said: yes.
I said: I help people find their way back to their bodies.
She said: good for you.
She said it politely.
She said: I’m sorry about the door.
She said: it wasn’t personal.
I said: I know it was personal, Dana.
I said:
but I’m not interested in relitigating that.
I said: I came to the reunion.
She said: why?
It was a genuine question.
Not hostile.
Genuine.
She wanted to know why someone who had not been invited had come anyway.
I said: because this is my reunion too.
She said: I know.
She said: I mean. Why did you want to come?
She said: you turned out better than any of us.
She said it with a quality that I had not expected.
Something close to honesty.
Something close to the kind of statement that costs the person who makes it.
I said: Dana.
