Good Material

by Dolly Alderton

She shows me a lot on her phone, in fact. Her phone never leaves the table, it is like a ready-to-go PowerPoint to illustrate all her anecdotes.

Everyone’s taking their turn to complain about something. I can’t remember what we used to talk about before we started the complaining portion of life.

realized the feeling I was experiencing was not anger or jealousy or bitterness—it was grief.