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My Friend Called Me The Other Night
She’s the one whose husband died suddenly some months ago when she’d ducked out to collect her daughter from the airport…
We speak on the phone every few weeks, Jen and I.
Most of what we talk about is family stuff, and outings we have enjoyed, maybe books we have read.
She is always much busier than I because she’s lived most of her life in the same city, so her friendship base includes people from high school, university, and the workforce, as well as wine groups and the likes.
I met her through my husband. In fact after she met me, it was Jen who suggested he should marry me!
They studied together at Adelaide University, but my husband had also been coached at a boys’ gymnastic club by her father, so that added to the friendship.
Jen and I never run out of things to talk about. She is super-involved with her grandchildren, spends weekends babysitting them when their parents are out, and for the littlest one, opts to have him several times a week while his mother, a doctor, is at work.
As he is just turned two, I never tire of what he is up to. I find the year between two and three mind-blowing insofar as somehow they sort out (intuit) some amazing…
