a memory of a friend

Thinking of a good friend who recently passed.

She was talking to me in the church lobby about a movie she saw at the cinema the day before. She picked it out without knowing anything about it and was disappointed that it turned out to be a musical.

“Why do they have to sing everything when they can just say it?”

From across the lobby came a voice:

“Why just say everything when you can sing it?”

Fond of this quirky memory of a nice friend.