Good Friends
I spoke with her as often as I saw her, but because we were both young and couldn’t drive, it was only a few times a year. Yet, we confided in one another, told each other secrets, talked about boys and kissing. Though we were five years apart, we were good friends.
I grew up and went away to college. When I came back, she was unmarried and pregnant. I no longer knew who she was. Our childhood talks had never been about having sex or babies before marriage.