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"What's got you so huffy?" Sarah asked, perched above this morning's bowl of crunchy bran nuggets.
Sarah is the only person I've ever met who can roll out of bed and look stunning. Her eyes looked as blue as the sea.
"All I said was 'Happy Birthday, Gatlin,'" she said. "You're acting like an old grouch."
"I am not an old grouch," I replied, spooning runny golden egg onto my toast. "What I said was I'm losing my edge, my ability to appreciate things."
"Things?"
"People, places, smells, tastes. Everything's fading."
"Are you wearing your new glasses?"
"We're not discussing my eyesight, Sarah."
"You're half blind and vain as a palace peacock," she said. "It would be just like you to stumble through life rather than wear your new glasses."
"I'm wearing the damned glasses. O.K.? We're not talking about the glasses anymore. All right? We're talking about death, deterioration.". . .
"Well, I hope you're not heading for some kind of crack-up," Sarah said, helping herself to another spoonful of rocks.
"Crack-up? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Crack-up, crisis, call it what you want. Women accept their mortality better than men."
I had a good idea where Sarah was going with this, but I didn't know if I could stop her.
"Some sort of biological advantage?" I said.
"Maybe," she said. "But I really think men define themselves in terms of their physical prowess. A weakening of strength threatens your identity."
"And women are above that? So what's all this commotion with face-lifts and tummy tucks and skin creams you ladies are so fond of? Name one woman we know who doesn't color her hair."
"The preservation of one's natural looks and the fear of dying are separate and distinct," Sarah said, brushing her black bangs off her high forehead. "Men see decline and fear death. Women are more accepting."
"Let's assume, Sarah, let's assume for the moment that women are more accepting. A harsh wind blows and the tall supple grasses of womanhood bend accordingly. So how's that make you any better than us? Tell me."
"I didn't say women were better, just different," she said. "Besides, without me, you would have fallen off the edge of the earth long ago."
Sarah stopped chewing and stared at me.
"And Gatlin," she said, "please use your napkin. You've got egg on your chin."
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