“Ana, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another
six to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this
off. Please,” Kate begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. How does she do it? Even
ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair in place and green eyes bright,
although now red-rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.
“Of course I’ll go Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some Nyquil or
Tylenol?”
“Nyquil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record
here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.”
“I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.
“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”
“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare at
her fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this.
“I will. Good luck. And thanks Ana – as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”
Gathering my satchel, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot
believe I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything.
She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative,
beautiful – and she’s my dearest, dearest friend.
“Ana, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take anothersix to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow thisoff. Please,” Kate begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. How does she do it? Evenill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair in place and green eyes bright,although now red-rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.“Of course I’ll go Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some Nyquil orTylenol?”“Nyquil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press recordhere. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.”“I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare ather fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this.“I will. Good luck. And thanks Ana – as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”Gathering my satchel, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannotbelieve I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything.She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative,beautiful – and she’s my dearest, dearest friend.
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