I had known Shirl for about ten years.
She’d run into me the day I saw her, striving to buy my friendship. As a person who keeps their friends for life I was quite wary about her onslaught, but didn’t betray it.
She acted as if I were her best friend, then, for no apparent reason, tossed me aside.
This was prized, because there was something creepy about her.
To be tossed to the fringe of her acquaintances was to be out of her focus. To be out of her focus was safety.
As I had done nothing to change her approach from friend to foe I knew she was a user and abuser, and the way she behaved was so practiced, I knew this was not the first time she’s performed this pantomime.