“How many lifetimes do you think we get?”
“Are you talking about reincarnation?”
“Sort of. Maybe. I’m not sure.”
She smiled at her granddaughter, so full of questions that they tumbled out at unexpected moments. At an elegant afternoon tea she had once asked why cats licked their own backsides.
“I think we each get many lifetimes within just this one. I think you’re still on your first. I’ve had at least six. I’m not the same person I was fifteen years ago. And hopefully I have a few more to come.”
“Like a cat!”
She laughed. “Like a cat.”
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