In and Out of Touch

Readers of The Wrong Calamity know about my best friend, Worth, and our hastily arranged trip to Vietnam. Our friendship started when we were schoolgirls and she tossed a note on my desk when our teacher’s back was turned. Since then, we’ve mostly been in constant touch, but there’ve been stretches when we hardly talked at all. Years back, we promised to tell each other immediately if ever anything was wrong—and we’ve both proved true to our word on this. So we each know that if the other goes out of touch for a while, we don’t have to worry. Our friend is okay, and so is our friendship.

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