The Wonder of Synchronicity

Zoe and I had both got generous commissions in the past weeks. Our old competition seemed truly irrelevant now. There was a fresh intimacy when we talked, as if we were quenching an old thirst. Zoe's mother worried about the man I'd slept with but didn't want to disturb our bond or say anything that might upset me. My mother generally thought of me as being naive in friendships, giving more than I received. If I offered more, I also received the satisfaction of my own kindness.