Celia
“Celia, I really need to talk to you and a phone text isn’t the best way to do it. Would you please answer your phone?” I listened to the message Becky had left for me on voice mail the next morning and groaned.
I’d avoided her for so long. She didn’t seem to be happy that I was with Keith and she’d texted me a few times, to ask me to come to the diner with her. And every time I wanted to reply to her I felt like a naughty little school girl, who would be told of by their mom for doing all the things that I did with Keith. Especially after last night.
Becky and I had made up, sure, but I didn’t want to constantly have to defend my relationship with Keith to her. This was mine, all mine, and I wasn’t about to let anyone take that from me. Even a really good friend like Becky.
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