Memories never get stale.
“I remember the time…” Lyda said as she poured iced tea and set out a plate of cookies.
“Oh, so do I!” responded Zeta with a sigh.
“Why don’t you ever let me finish?” Lyda said irritably as she sat down in the chair across from her lifelong friend.
“Because we’ve done everything together since we were born. Any memory you have I have too.”
“Yes but…” Lyda began.
“So, I can finish every one of your memories, because they are mine also.
“But if you don’t let me finish, you never know which one I’m referring to!”
“Doesn’t matter much, does it?” Zeta said sadly.
“What about the time I went to Camp Pocahontas and you couldn’t go because you had the mumps?”
“That was a long time ago and my cheeks still hurt when I think about it,” her friend said ruefully, rubbing said cheeks.
“I didn’t tell you everything about camp,” Lyda said coyly.
Zeta perked up.
“I met a boy there. We did everything together the whole time we were there. I even let him kiss me!”
“Spill it, who was it?”
Lyda bent toward Zeta’s good ear and whispered the name into it.
“Ewww!” the two women said together, then burst into laughter.
“Do you have any memories that I don’t know about?” Lyda asked.
“I let a boy kiss me that summer too…”
“Who?” Lyda asked eagerly.
Zeta whispered in Lyda’s good ear.
“Typhoid Tommy!” she crowed, shaking with laughter as she pointed her finger at her friend.
“How do you think I got the mumps?”
Their tea got warm as they began to discuss past memories. Zeta never interrupted Lyda once except with giggles and laughter. It was a perfect afternoon on the liana at their condo in Florida.