She: “So, you’re alive?”
Me: “Yes. And in one piece.”
She: “How was it?”
Me: “In light of their banter, I was left wondering how our conversations must seem to outsiders.”
She: “They had their own language?”
Me: “Yeah, talking in short-hand and such.”
She: “But did they have secret hand signals?”
Me: “Not that I observed, and though there was music involved, I’m pretty sure they didn’t have an official theme song.”
She: “Hmmmm. So how’d you handle it?”
Me: “I just watched ’cause it’s interesting to be on that side of the best friend thing.”
She: “Too bad she’s not a guy or his twin.”
Me: “You need to let go of the dream.”
She: “I still hold out hope…well, I’m glad you’re back. And alive.”
Me: “I do my best.”
