“Hey, Jenna, do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re eighty-two?” I asked my friend£®It was clear that she was wondering where I had come up with such a question£®Losing Jenna would be like losing a very close sister£®We hung out together£®We gave each other advice£®
“Of course, we’ll still be friends when we’re eighty-two£®” Jenna announced loudly£®
The next year, in the fourth grade, we met Jamie£®The three of us soon became close friends£®We played together almost every day£®I thought even time couldn’t pull us apart, but I was sadly mistaken£®