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Best friends forever

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We lay in bed together with the duvet pulled up to our chins, coffee cups balanced precariously on our laps. The dogs snuggled next to us and we rubbed our feet together, trying to stay warm.

I bravely stuck out a leg and said ‘Argh, I’m getting a bit fat hey’.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, you have the best legs’.

‘Not as good as yours’, I said. ‘You look like a supermodel’.

We were a mutual admiration society.

After a night of fabulous theatre and delicious food, we’d woken up early, knowing it was our last morning together. We’d caught up on pretty much everything in our lives, but still, there was more to talk about.

Always more to talk about.

I reached over for my computer and opened Facebook. We trawled through it, reading the comments our friends had posted on a pic I’d put up. It was of the two of us, in our pajamas, messy hair, cozy in bed.

You’re still both so beautiful.
Pin ups. Extraordinary, you guys haven’t changed.

Wow, amazing. We laughed out loud. We laughed at us laughing at loud. We LOL’d.

We commented on Facebook – LOL.

We knew each other well. We’d come a long way. From best friends at school, to backpackers after school, to taking each other’s kids to school.

When we were little we’d shared toys in the sandpit.

In our teens we held each other’s heads over toilet basins.

We shared books, poetry, cigarettes, shoes and dresses.

We shared boyfriends.

Then dagga, and maybe a line of cocaine.

Celebrated one another’s weddings.

Exchanged love stories.

And disaster stories too.

Held each other through divorce.

And death. And love. And laughter.

We’d been friends for nearly forty years.

We drained our coffee, collapsed back against the pillows and laughed at the dog running around with my underwear in his mouth. We giggled that at least someone had my underwear in his mouth.

She lent me a pair of panties while I threw my things in the bag and got ready to leave. She helped herself to my bra and I took her red dress, because ‘Jeez, it’s beautiful!’ I also helped myself to a pair of her Manolo Blahnik’s, because ‘Jeez, they are beautiful too!’

Even if I had to squeeze into them.

We hugged goodbye. No tears, just huge smiles. We’d do this again in another few months. Or years.

The comfort of girlfriends. Besties.

Cultivate them. They last forever.

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