Friendship and Fillet of Fish

I am spending time with a dear friend of 20 or so years. He is visiting us and every time I look at him, I feel comforted.

There is nothing like the love between old friends.

While passing the time we went to McDonalds and I tried something different, the small egg nog shake. Quite tasty.

My friend ordered a fillet of fish.

Without prompting, he said what I have always felt, “That last bite when you get the sweet soft bread and tartar sauce oozing into your mouth.”

I smiled. He smiled.

I told him that one time I had a double fillet of fish which in my mind was close to ecstasy. I wasn’t sure if they make them anymore.

We chuckled.

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