Alfred wasn't sure whether to be surprised that she still remembered that Thursday with enough clarity to bring it up as the driving point behind the dissolution of their friendship or not. It had been a long time, and there was, actually and in point of fact, nothing that had actually happened on that Thursday. Viewed that way, it was ridiculous (perhaps as ridiculous as the pair of them being in the same bar in Capetown tonight) to have called it out specifically. On the other hand, she wasn't wrong. That was the watershed moment in his mind; the day (minute, second) that everything had changed. Of course she would recognize it, because she would have felt the shift between the two of them, even if she didn't know why.
He sighed and raised his class listlessly. "Suppose you're right," he admitted. He certainly hadn't felt like he'd had many options left to him, the day of the blizzard. If he'd had real choices, surely he would have chosen anything — anything — rather than letting her throw herself into the blinding snow.
He sighed and raised his class listlessly. "Suppose you're right," he admitted. He certainly hadn't felt like he'd had many options left to him, the day of the blizzard. If he'd had real choices, surely he would have chosen anything — anything — rather than letting her throw herself into the blinding snow.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER