It couldn’t have ended any other way, really.
Susan’s need to have everything just so, her life ordered,
controlled, set. Right down to the lines of her suit jackets pressed perfectly,
to the millimetre.
Janelle’s innate ability to, no matter how important the
occasion or essential the task, to be distracted at a key moment, or to get too
engrossed in something, or just plain sleep through something.
Something had to give, they clearly could not maintain a
relationship without something changing.
Tears would be shed eventually, I was sure of it.
And they were.
At the wedding though, surprisingly…
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