I
accepted the news of Ahuva’s engagement like a quiet tragedy.
I didn’t go to her vort. I couldn’t. Ahuva’s mother knew about my existence by then, and I knew exactly how she felt toward me. “I’m going to think about you the whole time,” Ahuva promised me. “I’m going to imagine you’re here, really feel your presence. And you should do the same.”
I tried. It was painfully hard.
The next few days, I lived in a daze. Ahuva was engaged, I should have been celebrating, but instead I was silently mourning. “Snap out of it, Devoiry,” Ahuva begged me. “I know there are girls who drop their friends when they get married. It’s not going to happen with us. Think about it. You’re going to become a ‘legal’ friend. I won’t have to hide you anymore. We can talk at normal hours, we can meet without having to make up a story.”
She had a point. Without the fear of her mother sabotaging our friendship, things could technically turn out great. But on the other hand, would the thrill of our relationship evaporate when the ban was lifted?
