Best Friends Forever

Bertha calls. “I'm feeling down today, no one comes around.”
I must respond sympathetically but I am in no way surprised. She often threatens death upon me.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, having to encourage devolution. Can't have a suicide on our plate of things to take care of. This is social work. We are always short handed.
“I just really miss him, you know. I still can't believe he is gone.” She lost her boyfriend just over a year ago.
“Yeah it is tough to loose a loved one.”
“I never saw it coming.”
“Well, over time it will get easier.” I reassure her.
“He called me once when I was thirteen, you know.”
“Bertha,” I was confused at this point. “Who are you talking about?”
“M.J.!” Her voice raises to a yell. “Micheal Jackson!”