"We're friends," I answered Gayle when she asked me what was going on.
"After all the shit that's gone down, you're friends?" she said annoyed. "You're not friends."
"What are we then?" I lashed out.
I started to cry.
"I don't know what you are. How can I define it?" she said calmly. "You start, you stop, you love, he doesn't, you hate, he wants, you give into him. Morgan it's crazy."