I needed comfort. I needed a quiet place to get lost. I turned to her. She offered wine, food, conversation. A night just for the girls to be girls, she said. I had taken her up on the offer. We cooked, we ate, we drank, we talked and talked and talked some more. The night was winding down. It was late and two bottles had been emptied.
She beckoned me to sit with her on the couch. I went to her. She opened her arms to me, an offer I couldn’t refuse. Curling into her, she closed her arms tightly around me and cuddled down into my embrace. We sat quietly together. Continue reading