Frenemy

By the very nature of his designation, my favorite frenemy, Don, excels at cloaking his soft-hearted side in sarcasm and verbal ribbing. I was only fooled for about the first six months of our friendship. (During that time I did wonder how in the world he snagged someone as compassionate and kind as Deb.) That was about twenty years ago, however. Now I know the real Don, the Don of dual personalities. The Don that doesn't really care about football but stays up late watching my beloved Patriots get creamed just so he can irritate me with his happy texts about it but then shows up at the house the next day with Dunkin' Donuts coffee to cheer me up after their wretched defeat. Frenemies only come around once in a blue moon. I'm thankful for mine and the coffee he brings.



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