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FROM LEMON/FRIEND ADVICE COLUMN/FICTION
Ghosted
I miss my friend
Oh, Lemon Lemonesses — Please work your magic!
Please share any incantations you carry in a ‘book of spells’ in your back pocket that will bring a dear, dead friendship back to life!
My heart, soul, and I are in such need of your help. Wave your magic wands of wisdom.
The Porsche that carried my BFF, Miranda, and me along so many roads — motherhood, careers, marital heartache, parental deaths, the suicide of a mutual pal, affairs (yes), political disagreements, divergent definitions of God — has inexplicably become a lemon I do not want to return to the Dealer.
Your repair shop is my last resort. I’ve tried everything. Phone calls, emails, texts, prayer…
This was no lingering death either. Which is what makes it so heartbreaking. One moment, all is as it was for over 25 years…
The next, I’m ghosted.
Given Hell Over Something That Eludes Discernment
