[Fiction] The lifelong impact of brief friendships. A woman meets three friends in college who have special gifts:
“Charles voice is controlled mortification. You fainted, he says.
“One of the girls holds my hand. You totally did, she agrees.
“Where are the birds? I say.
“They disappeared when you fainted, the other Earring Girl says.
“Her face is replaced by a mall paramedic demanding know what year it is, who is president, what my husband’s name is, what my name is.
“My husband’s name is Ian, I say.
“It is the wrong answer; their faces make this clear.”