The night before I would have graduated law school,
our best friends came over to tell us 
they dislike me because I’m haughty.  
 
Tom had been their best man. 
The four of us would pray together,
took turns making dinner.
We sang and washed each other’s dishes.   
 
But that night, we sat in our living room,
and they listed a few years of examples.  
 
            Why didn’t you tell us this before? said Tom. 
 
            It came upon us like a sunrise, said she. 
 
I left the room, Tom told them to leave— 
never saw them again.