A FEW MONTHS AGO, a friend I’ve known for 30 years decided to call it quits, severing our relationship over the phone. “I don’t know you. And you don’t know me,” she said, her words as sharp and crisp as a subfreezing New England day. Stunned, I pondered her accusations. Apparently an off-the-cuff remark I made after dinner one night left her seething.
“I don’t have time for 40-minute phone calls,” I had said. Or so she says I said, and I’m not about to argue. That sounds like me. I mean, who has time for such a luxury? I barely have time to answer e-mails and texts and do chores and work, never mind settling down for a nice long chat.