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\u201cI should\u2019ve taken you<\/em>,\u201d Kari said. <\/em><\/p>\n Yeah<\/em>, I thought.<\/p>\n \u201cMisti broke her leg the first day on the slopes and spent the whole week sitting inside the lodge drinking hot chocolate and reading.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, that\u2019s too bad,\u201d I said. I was glad she couldn\u2019t see me grinning. I had thought she was going to ask me to go on the ski trip and was really pissed when she didn\u2019t. I think I even wished a broken leg on one of them at the time.<\/p>\n I don\u2019t know why I\u2019m constantly vying for Kari\u2019s friendship. I guess it\u2019s because I don\u2019t really have that many friend much less wealthy ones who take trips and do all sorts of neat things that I never can manage and probably never will in a lifetime.<\/p>\n When Kari mentioned an upcoming cruise I forgot all about Aspen. I\u2019m a warm weather gal and the thought of a ten-day cruise was even more exciting. I Googled Aruba. The cruise line. Drooled over the luxurious dining, the three pools, the seven nightclubs and bars.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, I\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said, \u201cbut I felt so bad that Misti broke her leg and didn\u2019t get to enjoy the ski trip that I wanted to make it up to her somehow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s okay, I understand,\u201d I said. I was fuming inside. I wished Misti would get sick as a dog on the ship. Spend it all down in the cabin being violently seasick. Or maybe eat some bad clams. She deserved it.<\/p>\n And what do you know; she did!<\/p>\n Now I was feeling a bit of a witch though I knew I couldn\u2019t possibly really have the power.<\/p>\n Then I forgot all about it until the holidays and she called to wish me a Merry Christmas and said she\u2019d be back after the New Year. We\u2019d get together for lunch. Lunch?<\/em> Was Misti going up North with her? Yep.<\/em><\/p>\n I had all sorts of dark thoughts, stuck alone in my Chicago apartment. The electricity went out for two days and the roads went unplowed for three. I think as I ate my last frozen dinner I imagined the two of them stuck in a snowdrift.<\/p>\n Well it was really uncanny. I even felt bad as she told me about it. It seems they weren\u2019t found for three days. Misti got an asthma attack and nearly died. She lost four toes to frostbite as well. I hung up the phone and–God forgive me–I felt a whole lot better.<\/p>\n It was in early-February when Kari called and asked how I was doing. We\u2019d just had lunch the Friday before. Her voice caught, then she really started crying and said she was so very sorry.<\/p>\n I smiled to myself. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, Kari,\u201d I said. Still, I paused for the expected apology.<\/p>\n \u201cMisti told me everything,\u201d she said, \u201cand I just can\u2019t believe you have cancer!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Word Count:\u00a0 485 \u201cI should\u2019ve taken you,\u201d Kari said. Yeah, I thought. \u201cMisti broke her leg the first day on the slopes and spent the whole week sitting inside the lodge drinking hot chocolate and reading.\u201d \u201cOh, that\u2019s too bad,\u201d … Continue reading