The Friend
The Friend When she walked in off the street every eye was upon her...the room fellsuddenly quiet. She walked into the pub and handed the bar keeper a small slip of paper herhead was down and it was hard to see her face, but you could tell she had tobe beautiful... as she sipped her drink a small sigh came from her... I walked over to introduce myself...when I got closer I could tell she wascrying softly, but not making a sound...My heart broke. Who could be responsiblefor making this exquisite...