I called and said nothing
“Hello
Jess you there?”
I couldn’t speak – a moan escaped. If I spoke I’d be sure to break down, which I don’t like to do.

Her heart unbundled as she offered unsolicited telephonic hugs.
“You should have taken my call or called me. Wait! I forgot who I was dealing with. You wouldn’t have.
I’ll be over at 10.”

That was it. My silence and her intuition.
Does everyone have a friend like this? The rational calm voice of a friend guiding you to the choice you won’t regret. The One you call for advice on how to handle a situation or to deal with the aftermath. Making lists of pros and cons and labeling it the “Don’t Do It” Rare moments when emotions are substiuted for mensa minds. Sometimes you call in the midst of an outbreak and break it down.

Then, free will takes over.

I haven’t spoken to Rea for 2 weeks. She knew I was makng masochistic choices. “You Catholic girls start much to late.”
I broke down in a trash heap today. The moutain of strife is piling up which has forced me to call in the reinforcements. She’ll grab a shovel and begin the clean up all the while laughing and ask, “Remember running through the sand in Laguna? There was a full moon, a warm fall breeze, but the sand was dead pan cold. We rationalized if we ran faster we would not feel the sandy ice particles on our bare feet. Ending the episode with us falling down laughing in the ice cold sand.”
She’ll scold me of course. The lashing is enevitable. I will use up all of my “But”, “I believed him”, “I thought”, “He said”, and “I wants”. We’ll drink champagne in the middle of the day. Sometimes you just need to celebrate with out cause.

She’s bringing chocolate kisses and daisies. She’ll wipe the tear from my eye and never say those four dreaded words.

I
Told
You
So

Everyone should have a friend like Rea. A true sister of the heart.

If anyone needs me until then, I am going to my Rob Thomas happy place.
I’m out.