We met under the void deck of the housing block. Two married women. Old friends. We started by exchanging pleasantries, questions about our children and work, always work.
Then we stared at each other, both of us no longer young. Our crowfeet were as evident as the laughter lines and sorrow lines.
“Remember the time you faced Death down?” She fired the first salvo, she a metal girl at heart. I was the nerd. Where did the time go?
“Yes. And you were the one who kicked his sorry buttocks.”
Well, it was true. She did kick Death’s buttocks. Right until now, he hadn’t really forgiven her.
I stared at her again, at her suddenly gleaming gold eyes.
We were old wolves, old beyond our time.