Two women were out for lunch to celebrate one of their birthdays. It was a tradition and they looked forward to it. Over the years they had developed a level of trust that made it possible, likely even, that they could speak the truth with love.
"The garage door opener is jammed again. It is such a nuisance, and the guy who came to fix it is incompetent." She ate a forkful of salad, seemingly without enjoying it. "The kids like their teachers, mostly, but one of them gives out way too much homework. I have an appointment to complain to the principal."
Her friend listened without absorbing the angst. She did not comment about things that were on her mind, even though they were heavy. Her left leg felt a rush of pain, and she realized that she was late with her pain meds.
"Plus did you see the addition going up around the corner from me? It's garish! They only have one child so why the need for such a huge mansion?!"
The other woman chewed slowly, as if she were tasting tomatoes for the first time, and the combination of escarole and endive were a lovely idea. She sipped her coffee, reluctant to disturb the decorative cream design made by the barista.
"Summer was too short. A week at the shore and two at the mountain cabin just aren't enough. Besides the kids were mad that they missed their friends for too long. I can't win."
The woman who had been silent considered these matters. Then she spoke.
"You need bigger problems."
Smiling sadly, she tucked the letter back in her purse. The one she had been planning to share about her daughter's divorce.
"Shall we be outrageous and order dessert?"
