I smiled as I remembered that I was nineteen and stepped between a man and his girlfriend in a parking lot. I said that was a long time ago and we were young and foolish.
Rosie leaned forward and said it was brave and right. She asked me to remember the ambulance service and the lives I saved.
I closed my eyes as memories flooded back. I remembered twenty eight years in emergency response.
I remembered pulling five people from a crushed minibus and delivering a baby in a skyscraper elevator. I remembered the nursing home fire and carrying out residents.
In those moments, I never hesitated. I knew what to do and I did it.
Rosie said I was strong and asked what happened to that woman. I said bitterly that she grew old and was left alone.
Rosie waved a hand and called that nonsense. She said she was not getting any younger and her husband had died too.
But she said she did not let anyone walk all over her. I said nothing as I stared out the café window.
Folsom had changed and gotten more crowded. Or maybe I had changed and become easier to overlook.