Now both well over 90, Marge and Edith had been best friends since high school. By some twist of fate, they even ended up living in the same nursing home.
Over the years, they had shared countless adventures and memories. But these days, their activities were mostly limited to playing cards together a few times a week.
One morning, while playing pontoon, one of them looked at the other and said,
“Now don’t get mad at me… I know we’ve been friends for a very long time… but I just can’t remember your name. I’ve thought and thought, and it just won’t come to me. Please tell me — what is your name?”
Her friend stared at her. And stared. And stared some more. For a full three minutes, she didn’t say a word. Finally, she leaned in and said,
“How soon do you need to know?”
