Tales Of Friendship Interventions And Random Guests

Day 21 of The Andie Chronicles

I’m not asking you to be there. I’m telling you to be there.

You had to love her persistence. It turns out she knew what had happened. Douglas told his brother, who then told GG. She called James and Sophia and filled them in. 

I wasn’t surprised that this happened but I would have loved to tell them myself. 

It was my story, and to this point, my friends only knew my ex’s version of events. That didn’t really seem fair to me. And it was the second time this week the people in my life were speaking about my life without me in the conversation.

I didn’t have the enthusiasm to go to this little get-together. I didn’t want to see my friends yet. The thought of leaving my cacoon didn’t appeal much, either. 

Thankfully Candy’s bar is at the end of my street so I didn’t need to drive or put in much effort to get there. 

I contemplated putting on makeup but then ditched the idea once I held a brush to my face. What was the point? I figured I might as well look the way I felt.

I arrived ten minutes late and couldn’t find any of my friends in the small restaurant. 

Trevor, the regular barrister was behind the coffee machine and pointed me to the back room. 

“James reserved the private room.” 

Oh shit, I thought. He’s making a fuss again. What was I walking into? An intervention? The temptation to leave reached a fever pitch.

I walked into the room to find the room filled with my friends and their partners.