E
verything Miriam wrote was true.
It stung. I’d always prided myself on being a loyal friend. And while I hadn’t really done anything to slight her, nominating a new best friend out of the blue was the ultimate betrayal. Worse, I’d been in denial, furnishing excuses about my unavailability and going to great lengths to “hide” Ahuva.
Miriam was intuitive. And very, very hurt.
Numbly, I reread her e-mail, wincing at every barb. In my mind, I drafted a response, full of strongly worded defenses and counterarguments. But I didn’t dare write any of it. I couldn’t fool Miriam.
In my turmoil, there was only one thing I could think of to do.
“Can we meet?” My voice was tight. I waited tensely.
