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(No Title)"Oh…is it tomorrow?" she asks. Somehow, her memory is slightly jogged by hearing my voice. "Yeah, lunch tomorrow…" I intone, wishing again, as I had a thousand times during our thirty year friendship, that she'd get a calendar. "Will that still work?" Why don't I just record this conversation and hit the play button the next time? "Oh, gee…" she hesitates, "they asked me to come into work, and my daughter has her ACTs, and I have to take her and pick her up, and then she has a dentist appointment, and it's way over on the other side of town, and I have to take her and wait for her, so…" "So tomorrow doesn't sound like it's going to work," I conclude. We only live thirty minutes from each other, but two years have passed since we've met. At one time, when we were young, we only lived three feet from each other, and two hours couldn't pass without another "heart to heart." "Katy," she'd whisper in the wee hours, as if there were anyone to disturb besides me, "are you awake?" And then she'd tell me her girlish secrets, about the "crush" who was destined to be her one and only true love, and what he had said that had melted her heart. We'd giggle and scheme and talk until morning, and then face the day sleepless, but wholly sustained by friendship. Something has changed now, though. I used to welcome the "interruption." Now, it seems, I am the interruption. "None of the tomorrows are going to work," I whisper to myself, as I hang up the phone. As if there were anyone here to disturb besides me.
Posted by Katy on 06/09/01 at 03:22 PM
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