Iwas married to my husband for 33 years; best friends with him for 41. Oftentimes we knew what the other was thinking - or going to say – before they said it. We experienced deja vu together quite often.He knew I could get lost inside a box. I knew that if I asked him what he wanted for dinner he’d invariably (as in 100 percent) reply, “Spaghetti,” and then he’d add, “With meat sauce,” because he thought meatballs were too labor-intensive and too much to ask for.He had a habit of holding onto the toothpaste while he brushed his teeth.