A Friendly Conversation

“I’m sick of politics,” Anne said.

We sat across from each other at a table near a window. Anne cupped her mug of coffee in her hands and stared to the right at the display of muffins and donuts.

“Me, too.” I rubbed the coffee spots off of the side of my yellow mug. How do I eat and drink so messily?

“Social media is full of politics.” She complained. “People are so nasty.”

“Well, it’s preaching to the choir anyways.” I took a sip of coffee before I continued. “They aren’t posting politics or educating anyone. They are venting. And they are venting to the choir. People on their list agree with them already. In this political climate, those that don’t have already unfriended you.”

Anne laughed and broke off a piece of her scone. She popped it in her mouth and chewed slowly. For a moment, silence was between us. A rumble of conversations flowed around us while unidentified music played above us. Neither of us spoke, but that’s the beauty of friendship.

You can be silent and it’s okay. 

“So how is Jacob?” I almost forgot to ask her about the prayer request she posted on Facebook; the one about Jacob’s surgery.

“My husband? He’s fine. He’s at home…”

“Complaining about politics?”

We both laughed.

“That’s Jacob.” Anne nodded. She took another bite of her scone.

I took a large swallow of coffee. The heat felt good on this cool day. It’s almost sweater weather in the Garden of Eden. The trees are turning colors. One day they were all green. I get back from Utah and suddenly the whole area is yellows, golds, and oranges.

“So how was Utah?” Anne asks.

“So few Christian churches. Lots of LDS. I felt like a stranger in a strange land.” I was quoting the Bible. “But beautiful.”

Anne picked at her scone, “Did your parents know?”

“Yep,” I said. “They wanted me to visit the Temple.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Anne brushed the crumbs from the table into her napkin and put the napkin on her plate. “I have to go. We should get together more often.”

And that’s what friendship does…makes time for the other. I tarried at the coffee shop, sipping my new found love of coffee. I’m not at that point yet where coffee is spelled with a capital “C.” I still love my Earl Grey tea, especially with honey.