NICOLE
Katie welcomes me into her home warmly, and I'm pleased to see that she looks fine. Her happiness is contagious—I don't think I'll ever meet anyone like her.
"You look great!" she remarks.
"I could say the same about you," I say with a smile.
Katie runs her fingers through her short hair and returns the smile. "I've always been a big believer that you should live your life regardless of the crap going on around you. Why don't you tell me how you've been?"
As she closes the door and we venture toward the living room, I say, "A lot has happened, and I don't even know where to start."
“You’ve been quiet,” she claims as we grab our seats. “I sent you an email, but you never replied.”
I proceed to explain to her everything that happened to me since the last time I saw her, and
