I had not seen her in quite a long time. She looked good. Her face was too tight. And her makeup was much too heavy. Her eyes were closed and her lips in an almost frown. Her skin was paler than usual. When we had been friends, she was as dark as a shadow, Playing outside was always our favorite adventure. But today, lying In her narrow bed, She looked good. I kissed her mother goodbye. Telling a short memory ... read more