The Shorthand Between Old Friends - A Snippet

We were sorority roommates our sophomore year at Cornell. 

"How do you know my Grandpa?" her 7 year old granddaughter wondered.  He and her Bubbe are long divorced; it was a logical question.  Bubbe and I looked, laughed, and said in one voice, "It's a long story."

The conversation wandered, her daughters' reminding us that we are old.  "Is that a thing?"  we wondered more than once. 

Then, again, we often laughed and said "It's  a thing," when the youngsters looked askance.

We finished each other's thoughts, we had the same of course when of course was required.

It's been 50 years since we met.  It feels like yesterday.