One Last Story About My Friend

When the four of us first went out as a group, in my first “married couple” friends outing – five years ago now – my spiderwebbed iPhone 4S, shattered the previous winter in the Kohl’s parking lot and held together by the adhesive embrace of an overpriced screen protector, was the subject of much amusement.

From that point on, whenever we got together, I made a point to show my friend that I hadn’t caved, that I hadn’t relented – cheek shrapnel be damned. And likewise, she made a point to te...