She no longer knows where she is — believing herself to be back in her homeland, whence she fled from the Nazis many years ago, and yet hoping to return to the United States at some point. A younger, dear acquaintance of hers — my age, about — was visiting with her recently, in the New England home she used to share with her late husband and their two sons (now middle-aged — one has come back to help care for her). She said to this acquaintance, “So when are you returning?” “Soon” (a gentle lie). “Oh!” said my friend, with a deep longing — “oh! How I wish I could go with you!”
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Not sure what this is — tough for me to follow on one read not knowing the parties — but its poetic and beautiful.