123/365: RM

“She’s a phony,” Peggy told me when she met her. I was offended–this was my friend. We were a friendship three-some, at first work friends, meeting weekly and giggling like teens, sharing secrets. But when the third in our three-some moved out of town, I never heard from her again. She’s cordial if we meet, or if I call, but Peggy was right–she’s a phony.