Ellen POV
I sat in front of a vast painting of a beach. Seven years have passed since I moved from Denver to New York. Now, I'm a writer. Today I attended an art exhibition at one of my friend George's art galleries.
George was my college friend. After graduation, we did what you wanted.
"Ellen," someone called. I turned my head and smiled.
"Poland," I greeted.
Poland moved with me to New York seven years ago. She was angry at first when I decided to move. Poland and Kurt married. Kurt works at a motorcycle repair shop, and Poland has resumed her social media activities. Her life has become more meaningful since Joana, her daughter, who is now eight years old.
Poland put her arm around me. "Come on. We have to go soon."
"Wait a minute. I have to say goodbye to George."
I went to se
