I made a new friend and spent two weeks before our first joint outing breaking my brain trying to figure out why her last name and her husband’s face look so familiar.
Finally, after a superhuman effort of willpower I realized that he’s the local political boss to whom we owe the fact that all our businesses reopened on June 1. I followed his struggle against the corona-insanity all summer and happily voted for him in November. It’s thanks to him that I go to the gym, the salon, and my favorite breakfast joint.
That it took me so long to figure it out is a testament to my overall cluelessness.
