Gabby, Amy and I went out for a belated birthday celebration for Amy. We drove up to Desert Ridge and did some winowshopping, talking fully, commercial breaks to admire a sweater or pair of pants. The Amy-Saga continued--we tuned in with genuine interest--and it wasn't until well after Gabby and I had finished our dinner when the long story ended. We volleyed our troubles, mild and great, and batted laughter and jokes between us. By the end, I realized, this was a sign of our growing and parting, and the beginning to grand decisions being made. When we hit the fork in the road (when we come to the point where we can't ignore it any more and a decision must be made), where will we go? Stepping out for some fresh air, I took a breath of new air, and closed my eyes as the writer's cliche consumed me. So this is one place where I have my space, and eventually I'll come to terms with a new me. We say goodnight and squeel and squirm with disbelief at a truthful rumor, slapping our minds and closing our eyes in our murmur, uttering our disbelief and surprise in the news; incapable of comprehending the thought that those we believed to be one way, or certainly--now we know--not. Oh, if it isn't love we're searching for, what are we digging for now? And if it isn't 'happy' we're happy with, what are we wanting more now? This just proves that we're changing, it reveals that we're growing, all bound to happen somehow. The ride now is riveting and throwing us all, baffling our hearts, sends our minds in a whirl. And as the third wheel says I'll do as the third wheel does, and this is the truth from third girl. Carrie