This girl. She and I have known each other since the seventh grade at Kopachuck Middle School. Since baggy Mossimo shirts and neon cat jumpers. Since Nirvana and Bush and Delia's catalogues. Through big hair, bad hair, and good hair. Through summer camps and yearbook staff and college dorms. Through moving away and home and away and home again. Jobs found and jobs left, wedding, baby, and big life do-overs.