In my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me

"Do you have a sister?" she asks first. No, just brothers. "Someone who's like a sister?"

She looks at the rest of the cards. Names my struggles. Knows I'm an artist. Points to the card of knives and said, "Someone has treated you very badly." She returns to the woman's face. "But your go-to-girl is always the one saying, 'You'll be okay! I told you so!'"

I have many majestic female friends. But for the ladies who have known me in my most dramatic times -- thank you, Rachel, Emeline, Elizabeth! :-D