Under the Table
It all began with an innocent comment one day, as I was out for a long bicycle ride on a hot August afternoon. She had a habit of calling me with a sense of perfect timing. Never when I was just sitting in one spot, waiting for a call, but usually while I was gliding along at 30 kilometres per hour. I usually had my cellphone set to vibrate, but when I went out for a ride, I turned on the ringer to its loudest setting, knowing I would hear her call me. That was important to me. Our friendship...