“Rave” (pseudonym) and I met in 2000 when she was 84. We quickly became good friends, and visited weekly until she died at 98. These reflections come from the notes she gave me, entwined with my memories of her. She was born in Los Angeles in the nineteen-teens, and grew up in Beverly Hills. Her father was an Oscar-nominated cinematographer who died too young. I don’t want to be too specific to identify her, but our 14-year friendship was life-changing for me.