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Meanwhile, here's my story.
She’d watched it hundreds of times. In fact, it was the first thing of theirs she ever remembered seeing, way back when she was 8 or 9, staying overnight at Debra’s house, watching TV later than she’d ever been allowed to at home. Strange, sometimes unintelligible to her at that age, but always and forever, somehow, funny.
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
She and Debra played out the sketch on the playground, to their friends’ bemusement.
“Tie her to the comfy chair,” she’d shout, and Debra would comply. Soon their friends joined in the game and they’d rush around the playground, shouting about their “chief weapons” and poking boys with imaginary Soft Cushions.
And then, soon enough, they became more concerned with teasing the boys, and acting aloof, and, much later, competing for the boys.
And she moved to another town, found a new group of friends and a gruesome new group of boys and then college and then a move to the big city, alone.
And then, one night, alone as always, she saw the sketch on TV. And she thought about Debra. For the first time in years, she thought about Debra. And she smiled.
She found Debra on Facebook. They posted on each other’s walls. They rediscovered the many things they had in common. They realized that they only lived a few miles apart.
And they reconnected. And the bond was even stronger than before.
And now they’re not alone. And the Soft Cushions only signal the beginning.