She gives me two bars of Fry's Chocolate Cream and a packet of unsalted cashews. I bring her a bowl of pumpkin soup and a pink rose. In the last couple of years we've become good friends.
I'll miss her company when she's no longer living at home.
I use her full name to say goodbye. She looks across the table and smiles. We get into a discusssion about names, particularly voguish ones that some children have nowadays then I run down the ladder of my own brothers and sisters.. Desmond, Michele, Paul, Michael, Joan, Patrick, Elizabeth and Gabriel.
She listens with all her might.
"You couldn't do better than that" she says. "You couldn't do better than that.."
She's that kind of friend.
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