It had been years since I'd last seen her. She heard my friend call my name across the room and so she called it too.
How are you? she asked.
Good, I said. How are you?
Good, she said. I heard you had another baby.
Yes, I said and told her about the girl and the boy. How are your kids? I asked.
Good, she said and told me about her two girls.
Are you back at work? she asked.
No, I said. I am still on leave. Are you back at work? I asked.
No, she said. I am still on leave.
We talked some more and then said goodbye.
She looked the same. Older, but the same. I look the same too. Older, but the same.
I remember when she told me she was pregnant. I was so happy for her. She seems happy now.
I was happy being her friend. I wish she had been happy being mine. I wish I could have been the kind of friend she wanted. She decided I wasn't. In the end, she turned out not to be the kind of friend I wanted either.