Chapter One
“We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.
Even longer,' Pooh answered.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Ann
“I want to tell you what you have meant to me in my life,” I said looking across the living room at Ann. She sat on the couch opposite me with her left foot tucked under her right knee, right foot not touching the floor. At five feet two inches tall an almost exact mirror of me, I faced her cradling the steaming cup of tea in my lap.
Many times over the years we would be mistaken for sisters. Ann and I looked more like sisters than my own sisters did. The only difference was Ann was more petite than me and had a British accent, while I have a Canadian accent.
She brought her tea up to her lips and took a big swig. Ann always liked her tea piping hot. She said she loved to feel the burn as it went down her throat. And she would drink gallons of it in any one sitting. Always waiting a bit for it to cool off, I couldn’t handle my tea quite that hot.
“Me too,” she said with her winning smile, sparkling sapphire blue eyes looking back into mine. I always loved her smile and her brilliant wide eyes.