My friend got up slowly from the waiting room chair, much transformed from six months ago. Just my age, too skinny, her left knee puffed above her matchstick leg. As she settled in the exam room, I saw her hands were permanently flexed with arthritis.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Just fine," she answered, "And you?"
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