It is the kind of thing designed to hurt: a shovel taken to your soft insides. That, I think is another sorrow I can add to my list. The cruelty of a friend. I lie there and make two fists, waving them gently against the dark. Perhaps, if I am lucky, I am grazing angels.Interludes (1)1.4K15PriyaKathy HusseyFollowAug 22, 2017 · 1 min readamazing line that very last one…..excellent just wow, loved it