“Promise me you won’t laugh at me, I did some thing so incredible stupid even you, I think would laugh”

“No. No of corse not. I wouldn’t laugh; that would be totally inensitive.

Go ahead I’m listening, I promise I won’t laugh at you Barbara.

“Ok Frida, if you promise. Sigh, here goes; I gave myself a black eye while trying to fix my hair.”

Only silence and a confused look emanated from Friday’s face. As she was trying to adjust her positioning to better see what actually happened Barbara looked a way and started up again.

“You see I was brushing my hair and I noticed it was kinda dry so I reached for the spray bottle mister and some moisturizer. As I crouched down and reached into the cabinet I began to loose balance. I tried to catch myself but while reaching my grip slipped and I knocked over a bottle. The bottles cap was loose and it went flying across the counter, bounced off the mirror and by the force of the ricochet slammed into my eye giving me this shiner.”

Embarrassed I held my head down, pondering how it even came to this.

“Thank you so much for being such a great friend Frida, I really appreciate you not laughing right in my face.”

As Barbara finished sharing her outrageously silly accident story, she lifted her head and a confused look grew on her face for Frida was gone.

All Barbara saw was a trail of Frida’s belongings dropped on the floor leading out the room.

“She must have heard the phone ring and rushed out” Barbara thought.