The other night I slept over Cynthia's and we stayed up until the morning talking and talking. Laughing and listening to each other's voices - we've always loved the sound of each other's voices.
She told me how worried she is that Alexis is dating a guy from a Republican family. Worse still, he's in the military. "She has to get her bag checked for weapons just to visit him!" Her face covered in worried anger. "She just called a minute ago while I was in the bathroom. I just wanted to tell her to get out of there." I didn't say anything.
The ICE raids have been weighing on her so hard. I can see her seams stretching and straining. I guess that's how we all feel right now.
But it's the thing with Jake that really consumes her. She carefully and gently told the story of their relationship, from their junior year to the present.
It was hard to listen to, though it was beautiful and tender and sincere.
At some point during her pre-dawn confessions, as it became more and more difficult to stay awake, I realized we hadn't hugged for years -a casualty of Covid times, I fear.
So I hugged. She fell apart, became a limp bundle in my arms.
Sometimes there's nothing for it but to weep on your friend's sweatshirt as she holds you on your couch. The sun promising to join any minute.
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