I don't know her well at all, the 80-ish landlord of the catty-corner upstairs unit, but because we use the same handyman we have talked occasionally. The handyman often confuses us because we have the same name. I am "Downstairs Kristy." At his last visit to my house, he told me that 'Upstairs Kristy' has pancreatic cancer.
I spoke with her as she and her husband cleaned out the condo to sell. She called me young which made me splutter with laughter.
"Oh, fifty is just the beginning," she said.
"Well, it would have been. Had I known."