“How could you? You? My oldest friend?”
I can’t meet Lou’s gaze; I’ve known for months that this day would come.
In the study, drawers are opening and slamming shut.
“I knew…” she sobs, “I could tell… the way you were with him. Something had changed.”
Tom appears in the doorway, files under his arm, suitcases at his feet.
“You had to tell her, didn’t you?” he sneers at me.
But Tom’s secret hadn’t been mine to tell; I’d stayed silent.
Someone else hadn’t, and now my friend will never forgive me.
Together, but alienated now, we watch him leave with his mistress.
Friday Fictioneers kicks off again today under the leadership and cool gaze of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I finished Rochelle’s book”Please Say Kaddish For Me” this weekend; a thoroughly enjoyable read. I stand in awe of her talent and dedication.