I shared a very close friendship with her. So close that even the difference between our ages didn’t matter. I used to call her by vidya mami.oks. T...ey use to live in the flat next to ours .We both enjoyed each others’ company very well. Her son went to his uncle’s house for spending the vacation and she was feeling very lonely without himVidya was a lovely lady. Just 28 years of age. She had a great body to go with her fair complexion. She had a great figure 32-22-38 she was neither too fat. " Yes, well, you're my neighbor." So, what does it matter?" It just does, I don't know anything about you. You know nothing about me, you can't like me." Why not?" You just can't." Sure" See you later Chase." Let me take you out to dinner" Why?" To get to know each other" Why" Because I want to get to know you" And the blonde" She doesn't matter" Right, I'll think about it" Okay"Jae continued on to work and got there just in time. Her boss was sitting on her desk waiting for her so she could. Hank was not a religious person but a minister was decided on to conduct the burial. Janie would buy one medium sized flower arrangement, out of respect for the marriage that she had hoped for, even though her marriage to Hank had become a living hell even before the honeymoon was ever over.The funeral would be scheduled for the very next morning, at 11 AM.After leaving the funeral home the two couples headed for the house that Janie and Hank had once shared before Janie had moved out.The house. Everyone bonds over the unhappiness of their lives — whether or not they’re actually all that unhappy — after which come the hugs, fake girl-power bullshit, and a lot of theatrical crying about how they never see each other anymore but they’ll always have each others’ backs, blah, blah, blah. Everyone goes home feeling supported and empowered to do something they weren’t necessarily going to do until the trip somehow gave them permission, even though that permission was only granted inside.