The friends standing around the carpool meeting area all seemed a bit unsure what to say when I got off the phone last night. I nodded to them ruefully, apologized, and said “I was fighting with my ex-girlfriend.” There was a pause, and a peach-colored wind lifted the leaves of the small trees on the edge of the parking lot. “You know, I didn’t think that was how things were supposed to work. I thought we were supposed to be done with that part.” And they nodded, and we all got into Katie’s big red Buick, and drove to the dance.

All of you who questioned my ability to transmute a romantic relationship into friendship are allowed a quiet “I told you so.”