What can YOU say in six sentences?
It was simple to make friends when we were children, just a knock on a strange door we thought belonged to some kid in our class whose name we barely knew and Can she/he come out and play?
This is what I am thinking as Katrina stands in my kitchen for the first time, sipping green tea, discussing what life was like overseas, how well our children play together. So far we know we are both into health and fitness, eat organic produce, adore books and movies, and have autistic boys -- nothing like the base connectors of two six or sixteen year olds; our ends are far more complex than they used to be, like Legos now sprouting wildly patterned nubs or scarred Barbies with a history of substance abuse.
At least I feel comfortable with Katrina which is the first step toward the sort of friendship I've longed for since my best friend died thirteen years ago, and though I've secretly "interviewed" others I've never felt the soulful chemistry I had with Deedee, the feeling that grew like a second skin around us for eighteen years. Then I wonder if it will take that long to build again with our too many bags of crazy Legos and Barbie dolls with missing heads because I really don't have eighteen years to spare or worse, what if I never find it again?
I look at the clock and three hours have passed unnoticed.