When I was a little boy of six, my best friend was the girl next door. I know that sounds cliched, but it’s true. Our families were very close and I even called my friend’s mother Aunt Elle.
One day, I went and knocked on Jodi’s door and she opened it just enough to show her face, hiding the rest of her body behind the door. “Can you come out and play?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she said, and she looked behind her and called out: “Can I go out and play now, mommy?” “No!” her mom called back, “You haven’t waited long enough!”