We sat there, together, staring. We hardly said anything and I wonder if she thought it funny, too, that we'd never really been this close but here we were, together, staring. Without losing her focus she said I know exactly how you feel. I know exactly how you feel. I know exactly how you feel. Each time the emphasis was different. Intonation changed her meaning. I trusted her. I still do. And she said, I wish I had a sister like you.
Sometimes, it's good to know that decent people exist.