"Hey, girl. What are you working on right this minute?"
Sasha makes sure I'm okay by calling once a day, and some days she even calls twice to check in on me and see how I'm doing. She has demonstrated an extraordinary amount of worry about...well, for Sasha. I don't recall ever seeing her appear to be that concerned before. "Umm, I just got back after spending the night at my mom's," she said as she walked in the door. "I believe that her feelings for Alan have given her the ability to empathize, which is a quality that I was not sure if she possessed in the past." "I just got back after spending the night at my mom's."
"How did things work out in the end?"
It wasn't something I was ready to talk about, particularly over the phone, because I hadn't had the opportunity to fully process
