July 25, Monday
My friend Kim, the one who grew up across the street from me, stopped by to buy some lemonade from the girls. We decided to go out to dinner while the girls stayed home with Grandma. After lingering in the restaurant, we went back to her house to talk some more. She finally brought me home around 1:00am. I know if we stayed out late every night for a month, we wouldn’t run out of things to talk about.
I can go a year without talking to her and somehow it doesn’t matter. Our pasts are intertwined, our memories overlap and pile on top of each other; my childhood would not be what it was without her and her family.
My daughter asked me the other day what bedroom Kim slept in while we were growing up; she thought she was my sister. That sounds about right.