Or the things I am unlikely to forget.

• F and her talent of tripping on nothing at all . The one I phone when am in need of talking about girly things such as shoes and shoes. And make up. And maybe more shoes.
• R and her stillness. The calm within the storm. So put together, but there is something dark, always. Some anger, something you don't know but don't want to find out. Not because you are afraid of it. But because you don't want her to get to the breaking point. Yet knowing that if she does, you'll love her nonetheless. Forever. Always.
• M and her quick wit with an undercurrent of real wisdom. The endless issues and the tides of emotion she keeps repressed. The late night calls talking about everything and nothing at all.