She sat there, on the other side of the table, her languid green eyes focused on some drifting piece of daydream, just past my left ear.
"Friends?" I repeated.
"Yeah" she said "do you ever get the feeling that you don't really even know what a friend is?"
I stared back at her, a bit dumb founded. Here was one of the most gregarious, friendly and befriended people that I knew. She was popular by every account - had friends on both coasts, and at least two other continents.
"I mean, I just don't think that I get it sometimes", she continued.
Suddenly, inexplicably, I felt angry. "Aren't we friends?" I asked, trying not to let my sudden emotions show.
Her eyes blurred out and then focused with a start, as if she was waking from a dream.
"Are we?" she replied.
'Are we? Are we?'
I realized I didn't know. Maybe I had never known.
I looked down. Quietly finished off my beer with a quick swallow, and,
without another glance in her direction,
got up and left.
Are we?
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