Friend B

I threw the poor girl out there and then hit the ejector button. How rude.

Surprisingly normal, that one. Married. Kids. Pretty house. Solid employment. Despite all of this, she seems pretty content with life.

We manage to have dinner together roughly twice a year. Exchange invitations to (but do not attend) various bring-your-checkbook type gatherings.

I'm not a hundred percent sure she's saved herself from this Look-at-Me hash out here, but I suspect she's not interested. I could definitely be wrong, though. Sounds like an excuse to use the phone.