Me: Hi Ants
Anthony: JULES! I THOUGHT YOU’D DIED!
Me: Yeah, very funny, Ants – not.
Anthony: So, what’s up? I approve of your manuscript so far.
Me: I think I should turn our whole story into fiction because the auto/biographical stuff might upset some people.
Anthony: Great idea, Jules!
Me: My mother suggested it.
Anthony: Wise woman.
Me: Okay so I’ll do that – what pseudonym would you like?
Anthony: Alistair?
Me: Really? Okay, and I’ll be Ruby.
Anthony: I miss you, Jules.
Me: It’s nearly Christmas again and I miss you too, Ants; I can hardly bear it.
Anthony: Rubbish, Jules! Just keep on going the way you are!
Me: Okay, Alistair
Anthony: Good night, Ruby.
[After Anthony died, I began writing a series of imagined conversations on my blog so this is simply a continuation of that for the time being, until after Christmas.]
jmgoyder 
Awesome conversation
These are my favorites! I love when you print conversations with Anthony. I think you tell your story best through these imagined conversations, Julie!
I too think that your mother may well be a wise woman.
Perfect!