M.A. paused to take a sip of her wine and Lizzie chimed in, “I see we are starting in with where we left off, you talking a mile a minute and me waiting for you to drink so I can get a word in edgewise.” The two friends giggled and looked at each other. That was how you knew if a friendship was lifelong, when regardless of time or place that came between, once reunited there was a natural continuation of what had always been and the time past was but a blink.
M.A. sat back against the chair and let out a deep breath, “I’m going to show you my grown up self. I will sit and sip and you will talk my ear off, starting with how you came to your senses and what are your plans now and why despite my scintillating company I keep catching you spying glimpses of Bennett and tracking his movements.” Lizzie began to protest, but M.A. held up her hand, “Talk, woman, and don’t leave out any details. Let’s see how accurate the grapevine is these days.”
So Lizzie sat back as well and spilled her soul,
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