But She Was My Friend
She was a friend or so I thought, thinking we were quite similar.
Then I discovered she could not keep a confidence, and she regularly fabricated.
Even a baby confidence, she could not keep, and she added high drama, for effect.
I thought we could remain friends in a semi-friendship-way until I discovered she was wearing
My grandmother’s missing tennis bracelet on her right arm, and telling people it was hers.
“This is mine,” she argued with me. With a rhinestone missing in the exact same place as
My grandmother’s bracelet? With a clasp that did not stay shut, exactly like my grandma’s?
Friends no more.
I had had enough.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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