1. Grandfather just died.
2. Two months of no job (quit her bar job to find a better one… still hasn’t)
3. Sunflower (her metro-hippie yoga instructor aunt) has stood her up for get-togethers 3 times in row this week.
4. I didn’t realize she was still at the library, when I left it, assuming it she’d left during my tutoring session. She realized later I’d left, felt abandoned.
5. Boyfriend lost cell phone, so was uncontactable.
6. Shelley doesn’t know whether to move to Whorelando, or stay in Port Prozac this December when her lease is up.
7. Will she afford to live in either place by the time December comes? Will she have a job by then?
Today, I listened to my friend crying over the phone to me.
I hurt for her, especially when I realized she was leaving tonight to Whorelando, and was not returning to Port Prozac until her flight comes back from D.C. next Wednesday. I will not be able to hug her for 8 days.
This too, shall pass, dear Shelley. Tonight, I hold on to my wishes for you.
