you know, the place where french laundry lives and the place where i got to spend the weekend with one of my best friends to celebrate sixty years of life well lived. in the middle of dinner i turned to julie and had this wild realization, one that is so obvious but caused so much tension in my heart- something so difficult mixed with so much joy- without the accident, the one that took place on august ninth, nineteen seventysix, you wouldn't be here? i asked. i looked around at the eighteen women who were there in celebration and could only hope that my life would be as faithful as lauren's.
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