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April 10, 2010
"I never talk to anyone," Ann tells me half an hour into our conversation. We, like the rest of the residents and volunteers in the recreation room, are done planting flower bulbs in small pots.

My new 93-year-old friend from Bombay and I are still unsure whether we were supposed to peel them like garlic. It doesn't matter, though, because we've moved on to discussion of mustard seed and the "tzzzt tzzzt tzzzt!" I am to listen for when making a simple curry. This is the fourth time she has told me. I act as if it were the first.