The future

Nik asked me how old I would be when he and Anjali went to college.  I told him that I would be in my fifties.

He looked up at me and said softly, “The future is telling me that you will die when you are 64.”

I felt a chill go through me and asked carefully, “How does the future tell you things?”
Nik: “Let’s not talk about it.  It’s too sad.”

And then he gave me a long hug, patted me on the back for several minutes, and then walked away.

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