Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I lost an enemy today. I didn't plan it. I didn't see it coming. It was an idle, thoughtful word - I should never have said it! - but there it was and I couldn't take it back. I saw the grateful look cross her face and I could have kicked myself. You dolt! I thought. This cannot be undone! The healing is out there between us and I would give the world to go back in time and ungive that heartfelt compliment. Years of contempt and mutual animosity thrown carelessly away, and I can only blame myself and the hormone replacement therapy. We each walked away, arm in arm, and we knew nothing would be the same again.
Posted by ¡Vizcacha! at 1:55 PM