Years ago Regine and I both worked as interviewers; for a while we even worked together. I remember one afternoon when she spent a whole hour asking me all about facial tissues, and afterward I quizzed her on plastic suitcases. Unfortunately the agency did away with the long interviews and replaced them with street polls. We were expected to stand outside schools, department stores, and government offices and survey people about tax policy and TV guides. Neither of us wanted to do that, and so we went our separate ways.

Are you working these days? I ask.

Im taking a course to be a death companion, says Regine.

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