Death of A Friendship – A Cautionary Tale
And there she stood, hands braced on either side of the bathroom sink, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, feeling…smug satisfaction. She looked goooood.
She’d totally nailed it. The evening, the party, a good hair day—and her introduction to HIM.
She smiled at the thought and that’s when it suddenly became clear to her—crystal clear.
As close as she claimed to be, as much history as they had shared, after all of their years together – she was NO friend of hers—because there, in the mirror, staring back at her, was the biggest piece of spinach – lodged between her two front teeth. It was a piece of greenery so large, it could be seen from space, and she had let her circulate, and smile, and flirt without alerting her to this fact.
That’s right, she was not a friend; because friends don’t let their friends talk to HIM with spinach in their teeth.
Ladies, am I right?
You Have A Good Saturday!