a good friend

Q and I have been friends —good friends — for a very long time.

We are in touch almost daily but I see her rarely. At least this past year... ya know, that COVID thing.

On Monday, Q suggests dinner for tonight and I immediately say yes.

Then tonight comes.

I run some errands in the morning, and it's hot. In the high 80's. I hate this weather. It depletes me.

Then another friend tells me about a British series I should stream, Line of Duty on Amazon Prime.

Oh, and I even have dinner all ready to heat up: branzino from Butterfields. Love the way they prepare it.

Hmmm. Staying in is sounding more and more appealing.

I could email Q and say I'm not feeling well. Technically I'm not. The heat has made me sluggish.

But she's a good friend and I don't like lying. 

So as I am imagining my blissful night in of doing nothing, I text her. And seconds later I get Q's unexpected response.

We are good enough friends that she knows I will laugh and capitulate.

She continues.

We meet.

DInner is great.

We catch up in ways that can't be done over text or phone.

I am lucky to have a friend who won't let me off the proverbial hook when there's no good reason to be on it.