We’ve known each other for half a lifetime. We’ve even pretended to be sisters before. I asked her to use one word to describe me.
“Secretive,” she said.
“Me?” I was genuinely surprised.
“Yes, you. It’s your thing. You’re hard to keep track of. Where are you living now? Who are you dating? What are you getting yourself into?”
“If people asked I would tell them.”
“But that’s the thing. Who knows where to find you to ask?”