Friend #34 - Rachel
I met Rachel through a sorority sister. We agreed to have our first meeting at a coffee shop late one afternoon. Five minutes before I arrived, Rachel called to say that the coffee shop was getting ready to close. Rachel, who lives downtown, had walked there so I pulled up alongside the curb and Rachel jumped in my car, ready to look for another location. “Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to get in the car with strangers?” I teased. “You aren’t a stranger. We’re sisters.” And that’s just how trusting Rachel is. She is a sensitive soul, a 6’1” blond Amazon. She doesn’t drive because when she was fifteen she watched a friend get hit by car. She’s been afraid to operate a vehicle ever since. If she needs to go anywhere of any distance, she calls a Lyft or an Uber so she’s used to jumping into strange people’s cars. I wasn’t even the first strange car she’d jumped into that day! Part of the reason Rachel may be...