I am going to wind up in a huge old house, all alone except for my cats and my mountains of books. The neighborhood kids will think I’m some kind of a witch, and who knows, by then I might be. Point is, I’ll be all alone. I’ve started to accept that. Any kids I have will have left me by then, any spouse I have will have died or left me by then, and any friends I have will be far away. I’ll be alone with my books and my cats for company, and I’ll look forward to Halloween, when I get to give all the kids candy and actually see people for once. I’ll hand out the best candy, and I’ll be able to die happy, because I got to see the looks on those kids’ faces when I gave them the best candy on the street. At least I know now how alone I’ll be, and I’ve got time to accept it.