Jessica
"Jessica, I miss you so much! How are you?"
I was meeting Amanda for a Sunday lunch. We would meet up a couple of times a month. I know Amanda felt bad about what happened to me, and she was making sure that I was getting better.
She recommended me to my psychiatrist, Dr. Sheridan. She even accompanied me on my first visit. Amanda took care of me to the point that I wanted the room to breathe.
And as for our lunch dates, I was satisfied with the intervals and she can be very good company.
"I'm good, how are you? How's little Mable?"
"Mable is lovely as always, I'm great! And I'm pregnant."
"Oh my god, Amanda! Congratulations! I wasn't sure...you know, I thought..."
"Nooo... you think I'm fat? I should kick your ass, but I'm too hungry to do it." She laughed and told me to s
