“Hey, can you pay for the drinks? Please.”
”Jeez, it’s just a little money to spend!”
“So stingy! C’mon, you’ve all the money in the world!”
Just the same ordeal every time. Now, I had to handle it; I was done.
”Lyra, I feel you only use me just to handle money each time we meet, and it upsets me.”
It didn’t hurt to be the bigger person.
“Don’t be mad; I don’t have money.” She frowned.
”You always say that. Then I spot money in your wallet. Don’t think I never knew.”
I was surely unprepared for what came next.
Suddenly, she slammed her hands into the table, standing up.
“WELL YOU’RE ALWAYS LIKE THIS!”
”When have I ev—“
Her hand knocked over the glass of Chardonnay, which spread on the table. Passersby stared as she screeched.
”Mara, you’re so UNGRATEFUL! People would die to be you, and yet you’re here, saying that I ‘use you.’”
Storming off, she swiped the hood off my head.
That was when real fear set in.
“Is that Mara Jackson?”
”Oh my God, what just happened right now?”
I glanced all around, shaking, my heart aching. Another loss — another fake friend.
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