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Today we meet for coffee.
I arrive a few minutes before Marla. She's chosen a little place on the westside called Maison Kayser. Marla lived in Paris for many years. I'm glad our waiter is American; I would have been jealous had the waiter been French and the two of them talked in a language I wish I understood.
Marla sits down and we begin catching up, though since we've never met, there is technically nothing to catch up on. But that's how easy the conversation flows. I feel like she's an old friend with whom I've lost touch. Marla and I have far more in common than either of us ever had with Lee. We were both in the entertainment business (Marla used to produce TV shows). We are both single moms. We've both lived in more than one major city. And we are both now doing something in fashion.
After coffee I go up to Marla's nearby apartment. It's not until I'm leaving that Lee's name even comes up, and even then, only briefly. I hope this is the start of a new friendship. She's a dynamic, interesting woman. I can see how Lee fell in love.
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