Best Friends Forever
by Michelle Ann King
Suelita and I are friends. This is a fact. She tells me so, and I agree with her.
Suelita's mother is called Ana. "That's nice, dear," Ana says, when Suelita tells her we are friends.
"And I got arrested for murder, and the house is on fire," Suelita continues.
Ana carries on tapping at her phone and says, "Mm-hmm. That's nice, dear."
I am also supposed to agree with Ana, but it is sometimes difficult. Those things, were they to have happened, would not be nice.
Suelita's father is called Mr. Jordan. "Don't be silly," he says, when Suelita tells him we are friends. "It's a robot, Sula. A machine. You can't be friends with a machine."
I am supposed to agree with Mr. Jordan, too. But I cannot, because Suelita and I are friends. And she is not silly.
Ana and Mr. Jordan are not often here. They do not spend a lot of time with Suelita. Their store of information is insufficient, their conclusions faulty. They are wrong. This is not supposed to be possible, but I see that it is.