Holy Crap!
It's Kate!
My bestest, most dearest rich friend in all the world. What's she doing here? We were roommates back in college, and our bond of sisterhood has remained strong after all these years.
"And you are...?" Kate greeted me with.
That Kate, she's such a kidder. She must have heard that Christian was in the hospital and immediately came to give her support.
"No, I'm actually here to see José," she told me.
"José?" I yelped in surprise. José is my dearest, gayest, most Hispanic friend in all the world.
"Yes, José. He was in a horrible car accident," she informed me.
So I told Christian I'd be back—"And you are...?" he told me, catching Kate's impish sense of humor.—and joined my best friend to visit my other best friend.
When we got to José's room, it was sad to see him in his hospital bed.
"José?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Si?"José answered, his voice weak.
"It's Ana."
"Who?"
"Ana."
"Ana?"
"Yes."
"Ana's not here."
"No, it's ME. Ana."
"Is that one or two N's?"
"One."
"I don't have the money I owe you," he said.
That José. He's such a kidder.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, honestly concerned.
"I can't feel my legs," he whimpered.
As I looked at his frail frame laying pathetically on the bed, Kate was busy admiring at her nails.
"That's because they amputated both your arms," she pointed out.