Having
been friends for over thirty years, when she called to say that she wanted to
pay me and my husband a visit, I immediately fixed up the guestroom so that our
guest would feel right at home. We hadn´t seen each other since I had moved to
another state, just a fifty-minute flight away.
Counting down the days for her arrival,
my husband and I insisted on picking her up at the airport, which is about a
thirty-minute drive from our home. We couldn´t let her spend that taxi money.
Besides the ride would give us a good opportunity to catch up on life.
The days went by and as the cordial
hosts that we are, in addition to being retired, we drove her to all the sights
in our city. We do live in a famous touristic city. We went to the art museums,
the parks – a different one in each neighborhood-, the famous monuments, did a
lot of shopping and we even took her to a party we had previously been invited
to.
During our outings, I thought some of
the topics she brought up were quite peculiar and only at the party all the pieces
of the puzzle fit. She was always talking about intimacy with her ex-husbands,
she had three, and besides that she was always touching my husband. At first, I
thought it was a custom she picked up during upbringing or a simple way of
being nice and showing affection, though she did not touch me as much. However,
at the party, when our song (my husband´s and mine) started to play, she split us
up and asked to dance with him. I felt awkward, but she was our guest and was
just standing there, so I stepped aside. To my horror, she started rubbing her
body a bit too much on his and whispered in his ear words that later on I got
to know. My husband left her on the dance floor. He was clearly disgruntled.
That same night, we called her a cab
and sent her to a hotel where she could await her flight back to where she came
from. She was no friend at all.
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December 28, 2021
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