A gorgeous music lover

This morning my good friend Carolyn was telling me an idea she’d had about the structure of a committee we’re working on; this had occurred to her in the wee hours, she said. I noted down her excellent suggestion, and then said she needed to think about other things in the wee hours. She replied that she always worried about work in the middle of the night, and this was why she had blood pressure problems and would die young. But at least she would be beautiful, she said. At her funeral, she wanted me to say that Carolyn was gorgeous and she loved music. I promised I would write it down, since I knew I’d be too sad to remember it later. And so I have.