In all fairness, I suppose she was my friend. Not what I would call a friend, but what she would call a friend. I knew her perception would be strange going into our friendship, since she was bound to be at least a little like her son. I just didn't realize—I didn't realize.
Talking about Susan makes my head hurt but I have to talk about her to get away from her. I first started thinking of her as my friend a few months after the funeral. She found me on Facebook. A few days later, she was visiting us.
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