She couldn’t quite believe it, still. It had been two weeks since Debbie’s email. She had printed it out, re-read it many times, asked two close friends for their opinions. Did they consider her a spiteful person? No, they did not. Was she difficult? No, she was not. Perhaps, suggested one friend, Debbie was going through a bad patch in her marriage. It was true that Debbie’s eldest boy, Gabe, had just left home and Debbie was not dealing with it very well.
