I have a long memory and I don't forget

Tonight my best friend, Kyle, called me from her jail cell. She wears "whites" so she is able to use the phone on a regular basis. Last week we had a contact visit since she is going to be transferred to Lusk soon. I am very surprised that she hadn't been sent there this week. Anyways, we were reminiscing about the old times at our apartment. I had thought she had forgotten most of that stuff because of her drug abuse and the affects it has taken on her. Her teeth already are falling out and her weight is just now coming back. She told me in her sarcastic voice that she has to make herself sound tough (even though she's a teddy bear at heart) that her memory is good...her memory is long...she hasn't forgotten anything about us. That made my heart sing. I know my Kyle is slowly making her way back to me. She won't always be the strung out meth head that I had gotten used to seeing on the street. Anyway, most of you know her and love her as I do. Some day she will be reading this. Hopefully it will be soon.