Olivia Strauss Is Running Out of Time

by Angela Brown

I barely remembered the last time I’d visited her there. That happens as you age. Your friendships become public, all your exchanges taking place in crowded restaurants and coffee shops while a million people walk past. It isn’t like when you were young, your relationships built upon drunken sleepovers and getting dressed for weekends while pressed against the same bathroom vanity, a certain pride felt in knowing which cabinet housed your friend’s wineglasses or where to find her spare key.