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It is an occasion, her occasion, but my heart aches as I watch her walk gracefully. I should be cheering and celebrating with her but I can’t. I fake a smile as she walks by.
Savannah Jacobson, an elegant woman of grace, had been my friend since childhood. We always said we’d merry on the same day and children who’d play together. However, I haven’t found Mr. Right and she is already having her first child already.
I could hear laughing fading as my though deepens. I feel like I’m losing a friend as she moves to a place I feel I don’t fit in. A gathering of mommies and children displace me. A tap on my shoulder jolts me back to the now.
“Hi, sorry I’m not ignoring you.”
“It’s fine. I know you’re busy with everything. Is the gift I got you okay?”
“I love it. Thank you. Is everything okay Rebecca?”
“I’ve known you all my life. Please.”
“Yes, everything is fine.” I deny. I give her a big smile.
I know she doesn’t believe me but she leaves it at that.
Her sister interrupts, “Everyone we are going to play a little game.”
She has our attention and I feel like sneaking way. Savannah taps my leg. “You have to join in.”
“I really would like to just watch if you don’t mind Savannah. I’m not much of a game player you know that.”
“It’ll be fun.”
“If everyone would please come up to the craft table.”
Savannah grabs my hand and pulls me. I follow with dread.
“The object of the game is to create a mask and the best mask wins by popular vote. There are feathers, beads, sparkles, glue and masquerade masks. Please go ahead and start as soon as I say go and I will begin the timer. As soon as the buzzer goes off, stop whatever you are doing. May the best mask win. Everyone ready, go!.”
I dive right in and divulge myself into the craft. I begin to release all the negative as the time ticks. A half hour later, the buzzer goes off. I have a masterpiece. I am quite impressed. Savannah looks over and smiles. I give her a real smile. I feel so silly for thinking so awful.
“It wasn’t so bad was it.” she whispers.
“No, thank you.”
“Our friendship doesn’t change Rebecca.”
“How’d you know?”
“I know you. I know you feel out of place. You don’t have to.”
I give her a big hug.