The phone vibrated in her purse. Another notification. Celia had posted a gallery of photos on Facebook from her London trip. Nora scrolled through the pictures, trying to smile, but it still stung, that she hadn’t been asked to come. True, she probably would have turned them down- the expense, the crowds, the cold, it was all too much. In fact, she usually turned them down, but the truth was, though she’d never admit it, was that she liked to be invited. Why couldn’t they ever do something she could do? Something quiet and peaceful, affordable, less chaotic. Her friends were slipping away.
Nora crawled into bed, her phone still in hand. She commented under a photo of the Shard, London’s tallest building – Gorgeous! Glad you guys had fun! Lunch tomorrow? She put the phone on the pillow next to her and hoped for a response by morning.