I remembered, in some small corner of my brain, that a best friend who truly knows how to do the job is all you need to get through even the hardest times. My best friends were Mike and Andy, and Mom’s were Andy and me, and Azalea’s was Maggie the kitchen chicken. Those friends, three legged, two footed, and winged, got us through the hard times. When our best friends left us, we weren’t really the same.
