Up next is the person that I kinda fear getting mad at me if I don't do her near the top. Mrs. Egbert, commonly referred to as Vicki. I refuse to call her Tori like the people in St. Marys. I just can't do that. It's too weird.
Vicki is the person I've had for the hardest times of my life and some of the more random times. I'm forever getting lost on the way to her house, old and current and I can't follow a thing she says. One of the few people I know that love cats as much as I do and doesn't judge me for it thusly.
Vicki is caring, compassionate, and too giving for her own good. I wish sometimes she would think more about what she wants but her nature is to care for everyone else before herself. She can be a bit dense sometimes but reminders gentle or bludgeon to the head will solve that.
An amazing cook that needs to stop trying to feed me all the time as well as needs to stop eating/drinking so much dairy as she can't process it and complains hours to days later about it. She's one of those unexpected people that phased into my life like Captain Kirk does to unknown planets and has stuck around in a good way. She's a great and close friend that I won't ever be without. She's someone that can sit and listen to me no matter how badly I may have messed up.
Her insights may confuse me but in the end she can set me on the right path to dealing with my problems. Dependable and empathetic. Vicki's something great and unbelievable.
Victoria, here's to you.
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