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“How come I look like a senior citizen?”
In bed at night, Gershwin continued to have conversations with Reuben, playing both parts.
“It’s all that religious angst.”
The lines around his eyes and mouth had spread into in his cheeks and temples like cracks in dry earth.
It was a face starved for answers to important questions.
Who and why?
Even now. After all these years.
Has God forgiven me?
Even now. After all these years.
“I don’t see how my religion is aging me.”
“You’re so anxious to find out if God will let you into heaven, that your mind is telling your body to age itself quickly so that you won’t have to wait that long get your answer.”
“Another of your crazy theories. I think I’ll blame prison for draining the life out of me.”
“Then why haven’t I aged like you? Look
