Girlfriends       painting

You never placed third, or let’s say, even second. Never! Always first in everything. Always, every year, at primary school, at high school, always!

You were always the one to win the trophy in the cross-country race. Hair always perfectly groomed. Elegant clothes, classic pieces, of course. You have green eyes, smooth skin, not a trace of cellulite, perky breasts. You speak German and French fluently. Your Chantilly cream with berries is delicious and you married Adriano, who I had a big crush on. Who wouldn’t like him? The hottest man in town! Who could snag the hottest man in town? You, of course, and now you’re pregnant, carrying his child. God! I’m your best friend. You’re my best friend. If you only knew how much I hate you!