We were flipping through each others yearbooks.
An unlikely pair we were, oblivious to one another until senior year and then pratically bosom buddies from the off.
Thankfully, I was spared the agony of wondering how I’d get through my first years of adulthood without her because we were going to the same college.
Looking through her book, I red page after page of handwritten messages. “Patty you’re so smart,” they all invariably began. “Patty you’re so brainy.” “What an intelligent person you are,”.. and so on and so forth.
She flipped through my book and read the writings scrawled across my pages. “Desi you’re so sexy,” they all invariably began. “Desi you’re hot.” “What a beautiful girl you are,”…and so on and so forth (with many comments about the size of my boobs in between).
I looked up and she was already looking at me. We were both frowning.
“ I wish more people said I was pretty,” she whined.
I smiled.
“ I wish more people said I was smart.”
