Ugly Duckling

Day three of no cutting.

Score.

Plus, awesome news on the Nora situation.

While I sat in my usual spot in the far corner of the caf, picking at the nasty cafeteria food on my tray and trying not to make eye contact with anyone popular, a voice pulled me out of my fixation on the pile of green shit with no distinct appearance.

"Hey, B," Nora sat Indian style beside me on the floor, setting a full salad plate on her lap and immediately digging in.

"Uh," My eyebrows were raised, "what happened to-"

"The Silver? Ah, yeah," Nora shrugged, "they went to Pizza Hut. I wanted to stay here."

"Why?"

She gave me a playful nudge and a wide smile, "So I could talk to a friend. Duh, silly."

I forced a smile, barely listening as Nora brought on a conversation.

"So I could talk to a friend. Duh, silly."

Nora Roberts just called me her friend.

A friend, to be exact.

But her friend at the least.

I must have died and went to heaven.