I could see a car parked up at the house; but since I didn’t think it would be anything I needed to know about, I just ignored it. My close relative has drop-in company often and most of the time they do not want to even know I live there. They usually sip tea, speak in tongues — you know, like what will our theme be and what color do you think goes well with wilted green. I don’t need to be introduced or even breathe the same air as the dainty little ladies. The noon time was creeping up on my interior clock.
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Opinion, Pages 6 on 07/06/2011
Print Headline: Friends should be treasured