She got up too.
When he reached the threshold, he turned around.
—Yesterday I said it would be our last photo as friends because I knew that, after today, you would never call me friend again.
I looked at her.
Thirty-seven years of memories flashed through my mind.
Two little girls in a schoolyard.Our first school dance.
My wedding.
The birth of my children.
My mother’s funeral.
Michael’s last night in the hospital.
And Susan was present in each of those memories.
But
