The Hunting Party

by Lucy Foley

But in friendship, as in love, opposites often attract. Extrovert and introvert, yin and yang.

But that’s the thing about old friends, isn’t it? Sometimes they don’t even realize that they no longer have anything in common. That maybe they don’t even like each other anymore.

And then I’ll segue neatly into my whole routine—about how, when you think about it, in the times we live in we are all stalkers. All of us knowing so much about one another’s lives. Even people we haven’t seen in years. Old childhood friends, old schoolmates. I’ll talk about how we all submit to being stalked. How we think that we’re in control, sharing what we think we choose to share, but really putting a lot more out there than we’re aware of.

I Have made endless cups of tea, so much so that I have begun to feel like an extension of the kettle.