Voice

She was a voice from behind the curtain. As we lay in our hospital beds we shared tales about our lives. She had been a "biker babe." Her name was Jewel and she was a jewel. She had kidney failure, heart failure, and liver failure. She had about 2 months more to live. Her father had also died, in the same way, at a young age. We laughed and giggled together into the wee hours of the night, like teenagers at a slumber party. She had already made her peace with God. We promised to meet again for a margarita party. She went ahead to make the arrangements.