Is it possible to be too good a friend--too understanding, too always there, too much, well, like a doormat? Alice has always been a perfect friend to Pamela and Elizabeth, but now she's wondering where that leaves her--is she just a mother hen, an ear for listening, an arm around...
Is it possible to be too good a friend -- too understanding, too always there, too much like a doormat? Alice has always been a good friend to Pamela and Liz, a best friend to Pamela and Liz. But she's starting to wonder where that leaves her: What am I? An ear for listening?...