Conversation
“Hello, Sweetie!” said Keesha as she hugged her friend enthusiastically. “Long time no see! Life has been such a complete hullaballoo, you wouldn’t believe it! I have so much to tell you. What’s it been? 2 months? I can’t remember. We did see each other at Andy’s 21st, didn’t we?”
Jen nodded and smiled to herself. She was used to Keesha’s whirlwind entrances.
“So,” continued Keesha, pausing for breath. “What are you drinking?”
“Martini,” replied Jen.
“Hmm! Sounds delish. I think I’ll have one too…. Yooohooo!! Bartender! 2 Martinis, extra olives.”
“No olives for me,” protested Jen.
“Bosh!” said Keesha. “You can’t have Martini without olives!”
The drinks arrived and a moment’s peace prevailed while Keesha took a long, deep sip.
“That is really good,” she sighed. Then she turned to her friend. “So, news! You will never guess what I have bought for myself!”
“Shoes?” replied Jen.
“No, better than shoes. A puppy!”
“That’s nice”, said Jen, staring vacantly at her drink.
“Nice!?” exclaimed Keesha. “What’s up with you then? I said PUPPY. Hello??? You know I’ve always wanted a dog. “ Then she paused, feeling slightly hurt. “I thought you would be excited for me?”
Jen reached over and squeezed her hand. “Sorry. I am Keesha, really. Just got a lot on my mind.”
Keesha looked intently at her friend. “Well?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
Keesha lifted up her left arm, flicking her fingers loudly and shouted. “Bartender! Two more Martinis. Better run a tab!” Then turning to her friend, “Come on. Let’s have it.”
Jen stared at her drink, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. “David broke up with me”, she said. “It was almost our 3rd year together … we were going to go away for the weekend … I was sure he was going to propose.” Then she broke down, sobbing deeply.
Keesha’s jaw dropped. “Oh, no… Jen. I’m so sorry. You poor thing.” She flung her arms around her friend’s neck and kissed her. “Me and my big mouth, jabber, jabber, jabber, and here you are hurting!”








