It was the kind of May afternoon that makes you glad to be alive. Carol Siebert, 58, spent it sailing down a Hemet, Calif., highway in a red convertible, the wind lightly ruffling the hair in her blond wig. Beside her, in the driver's seat, was the car's owner, Sonia Mir, a woman Siebert had never met until that day.
But they connected like old friends, stopping for lunch and getting their nails done. Siebert carried a little pump of pain medication over her shoulder like a purse. Luckily the few flashes of pain she felt passed so quickly that Siebert...
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