early yesterday morning i wrote a brutal letter to a friend from seventh grade in response to a phone call. I think it is the end,mShe always talks about people who are dying of cancer or people who died of cancer whomt I don't know. /she asked who I was seeing. I mentioned I was seeing suri's daughter. she said can she come. she doesn't know her. she said she spoke with suri for 15 minutes and did I speak to her since. I said yes. suri said she isn't really a friend. grrrwl.she didn't mention her grandchildren. her grandson has a bad speech problem.she asked how i was and was with me when my leg collapsed. that was half a second. i don't think i am going to hear from her again.