Tuesday, August 16, 2005

More than I deserve

Somehow, someway, these three girls from Watkins grew up. Sometimes together, sometimes at odds. Sometimes tortured, sometimes in raw flight. And somehow, someway, years pass and pass and we find ourself on a couch at three am in a Virginia suburb. We discuss flour wars and Casios and the time that Kris defended my honor. We circle and prod our common memory, shaping and patching and filling in gaps. It's so very funny and yet not at all - that we have this thing so precious between us.