The next morning when I got up, a smile was on my face and my steps were light as I dressed and headed to work. I even caught myself humming as I walked to my desk.
“Wow, you are in a good mood today,” Sandi said, sipping her coffee. “What’s his name?”
If you only knew, I thought, as I sat down at my desk and signed on to my computer. Just as I prepared to pull up my half-edited story, which took me a half a day to write, and Kimberly thirty minutes to shred, my phone rang.
“I hate to tell you this, but you have been replaced as my best friend. Karen has taken your place. I hope there are no hard feelings,” Danita said, in a solemn tone.
All I could do is laugh. Forget what Dionne, Elton and Gladys sang. Karen's action for two single sisters seeking satisfaction was what friends were f
