“You are the best friend I ever had,” said Bonnie.
“That is high praise coming from someone who was neglected as a child, bullied by her schoolmates, abused by her husband, and incarcerated by the state,” said Miss Fisher.
“Still…” said Bonnie.
“I understand, dear,” said Miss Fisher kindly. They were sitting on a wooden bench that faced the running track, watching the dedicated go round and round, on an overcast, humid day, as they shared an orange Popsicle.
Miss Fisher was taking a break from her studies. The instructor treated her with benign condescension because of her advanced age, but Miss Fisher was perfectly confident she would eventually pass the bar exam quite handily. After all, what else was there to occupy her intense, deeply curious, and agile mind while she served a life sentence?
Then, her real work would begin.