The jewel of my summer was my blessed friend Holly.
How far I've come from that time some winter, thinking to myself--"Look at me, I'm talking to Holly on the phone, she's phoning for someone else and yet we're talking just the two of us, because they're not here!"
And slowly, common friends became common bonds became the sweet little kitten of friendship, ever mewing and pawing at us in that way that causes our hearts to warm and us to say "Why--the little scamp!"
Soon we were in the deep Canadian summer, driving borrowed cars to beaches, living out scenes from movies that were never released because they were too subtle for the American Public, playing soccer in the cracks of polite society, and of course exchanging the occasional illicit baked good.
We're two different people from two different environments, but we're twins!
Bless her, Holly moved
away to go to school, but she's still plugging away at things. The last thing
she said to me was to try and convince me to walk to her parents' house and
ask them for the six hot chillies I was looking for--imagine!