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  • Our friendship started when we were both waitresses at Capp's Corner. We were still single and would close the bars playing Scrabble after our dinner shift. We both married. Soon we began to talk baby knowledge, recipes and share marriage secrets. Over the years our marriages withered and we shared our mourning.

    Next week my friend is getting married. Our children have grown and are well into their adult years. A recent realization that we are in the waning period of our lives was a little shocking. We play Scrabble on Facebook. We don't share secrets.

    My friend is getting married on Sunday. I thought perhaps "For the medical insurance?" since her state job could provide for them both. I thought "...maybe for the social security". No. My friend is getting married to celebrate her partnership with this man with whom she has shared a bed for 10 years, sheltered private tears and untold happiness. Joining in love, we will all be there giving joyful voice to their union.

    Inwardly, saddened by my cynicism, I wonder at it's origin. When did my innocence so completely fall away?
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