Now they had a house in Middlesex County, a beautiful two-year-old son and careers they were both proud of.
They were the image of the ideal couple.
“I can’t wait to see my godson.” Penny offered Kate a bright smile to mask her short trip down memory lane. “I bet he’s gotten so big since I last saw him - on Skype wasn’t it?”
“Yes, nasty thing. A weak excuse for human contact.” Kate wrinkled her nose and Penny felt the tirade even before her friend started. “You know how I feel about those things. All the social media that make us ‘closer’ to the point that we forget to actually speak to one another. Ten people in a room and they’re all glued to their smartphones! No one even bothers to look up. It’s ridiculous!”
“I know you hate them Kate, but they do serve a good purpose –”
“I miss the days of conversation. I loved it when people got together for dinner and talked about things that were important – life, future plans. Now it’s all posting pictures of the food to Facebook and taking selfies for your Instagram. I swear if it wasn’t for my manager demanding I have a social media presence, I promise you’d I’d never twit.”
Penny chuckled as she leaned back. “It’s tweet Kate. Tweet. You tweet on Twitter.”
“Whatever, you know what I mean.”
Kate, the anti social media activist was a woman who still wrote in her diary instead of a blog.
She posted letters rather than emails if she had a choice, and painted when the entire world had gone digital. Her best friend was a woman from another time and Penny loved her.
