My Invisible Friend
A young, compassionate woman is confronted with tough decisions,
once she finds out her boss is attracted to her.
once she finds out her boss is attracted to her.
Written by Peter Spout
2019 All rights reserved. For personal reading and enjoyment only
Part of the World of Entopia Short Story Series
2019 All rights reserved. For personal reading and enjoyment only
Part of the World of Entopia Short Story Series
Wilma was a young, African-American woman, who always did what she was told. Her upbringing with seven siblings and a single mom made it that way. Mom expected each of them to take care of one another while she worked two jobs.
Wilma was the second oldest, behind her brother. After high school, she got a part-time job at the local grocery store running the register. Wilma was not graced with beauty, and she usually needed a step stool to reach most everything. But she was popular in school, and now as an adult, because of her kindness.
Since she grew up taking care of her siblings, she was already a mom by trade. She did the same for kids at school who needed a shoulder to cry on or an ear to talk to. She always had time to help others, even at her own expense. And her words were seemingly wise for someone of her age.
Wilma started attending the local community college to study psychology. She wanted to learn more about how people ticked. She would work in the evenings and weekends and go to school during the week. She was also expected to keep up with the family home she still lived in and help take care of her sisters and brothers.
She stayed very busy with homework, job, school, and home. She seldom had any time off to just sit and relax. But she didn’t complain, because she knew one day, she would graduate and have a career she would love.
Each day, she woke and worked until her head hit the pillow again. And yet, she still had time for listening to and encouragement for others. A selfless, caring young woman.
Mitch, was the store manager where Wilma worked. He was ten years older than her and white. A fairly good-looking man, with blonde hair, 6-foot-tall, and a medium build. He had been working for the store since he graduated high school and never went on for more education.
He liked Wilma because she always made him feel special. He would complain to her that he wasn’t really successful, because he still worked at the same store, which didn’t pay much. He complained about his one-bedroom efficiency, his old-model car, which was always breaking down, and his lack of a social life.
But Wilma would point out the good in his life and even got him registered for a class at the same college she attended. He loved talking with her, for Wilma made everyone around her feel better about themselves. She was her own sunshine.
After working six months with Mitch at the store, he asked her out for a date. Mitch sometimes mistook Wilma’s friendly and caring demeanor for flirtation toward him. But it was far from that. She did like Mitch, but not in that way.
When he did ask her out to see a movie, she hesitated. “Mitch, I like you, but you’re my boss.”
“I know I’m your boss. But does that mean we can’t have feelings for one another? I mean, we are human. I think you’re very attractive, and I would like to get to know you on a deeper level.”
Wilma knew it wasn’t a good idea, but because of who she was and knowing she needed the money to continue to pay for school and help with the bills at home, she couldn’t afford to lose the job. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, either.
“OK. You’re right. Let’s go see a movie,” she reluctantly said.
“Are you sure? You don’t seem to be enthused.”
Wilma looked into his eyes and knew she needed to pull this together, or he would be hurt.
“Yes, I’m sure! I was just thinking of how busy I am and trying to figure out the time to do it. It will be tricky, but it can be done.”
“Fantastic! Just tell me when and I’ll be ready. Check your schedule and let me know.”
Wilma felt a pit in her stomach. As she went back to cashier from her break, she knew this wasn’t for her. “How much more can I do for people?” She thought to herself. “I’m always doing for others, and I don’t complain, but sometimes, sometimes it gets too much.”
After a few weeks, and Mitch constantly nagging her, she made time to go to the movies. They met up in front of the closed store they worked at, and she got into his car.
She wore a cute, blue and Yellow spring dress, and had her hair down, which Mitch was not used to seeing.
“Wow! Wilma, you look beautiful,” he said while opening her car door for her.
“You look handsome yourself,” she replied.
She didn’t have any attraction for Mitch at all but was trying to make him feel good.
While at the movie, they shared popcorn, and each had their own soda. Mitch didn’t try to hold her hand, which she was thankful for, but he did put his arm around her.
After the movie, he started driving her back to the store, when he said, “Do you want to go to the beach and listen to the waves crash?”
She was now on the spot and started to get slightly nervous. She just wanted this date over with, and now he wanted it to go on.
“I’d love too, but I need to get home and get to bed. I have to help with the younger kids in the morning and get them ready for school.”
“I understand. Maybe another time.”
“Certainly.”
She was relieved but also knew this was sending the wrong message to him. She was having second thoughts about this whole date. “Maybe I should just end it tomorrow?” she thought.
When they reached the store, he let her out of the car like a gentleman, and he gave her a hug goodbye.
“I’m glad we spent this time together, Wilma,” he said to her smiling.
“Me too, Mitch.” She replied.
She got on her bike and rode home.
The next day at work, Mitch was like a different person. As soon as she walked in, he greeted her with, “Hey baby. Good to see you.”
She paused and quickly said, “Nice to see you too.” Making sure to leave any cute names out of her response.
As her shift went on, he would walk up behind her and ask how she was feeling and would compliment her on her work, her clothes, and her appearance.
She would thank him and continue working and talking with the customers. At her lunch break, she was eating her sandwich and apple when Mitch came to sit down with her. She knew this couldn’t go on, and no matter how his feelings may be hurt, had to end it.
“Mitch, I like you. I like you as my boss, and I like you as my friend. But I’m sorry, I don’t like you in a romantic or relationship kind of way. I’m sorry.”
Mitch, sitting across from her, looked her in the eyes with a stunned look. He didn’t say anything. Just stared at her.
“Are you OK?” she asked him.
Still nothing. Two minutes went by, and he just kept staring. She was uncomfortable and was now wondering if she made the right decision again.
Then Mitch said, “I understand. Thanks for being so honest and at least trying.”
He got up from the breakroom table and went back to the front of the store, to his office.
For the next few days, Mitch was very quiet. He rarely came out of his office and said little to Wilma. She soon realized it was the right decision but felt terrible for hurting him. After all, she had spent six months making him feel special, now she made him feel like crap!
Two weeks passed, and she was on her register working a later shift when he came up to her and asked if she could help a few of the other workers and stay past closing to help clean the storage freezer in the back room.
“I know you’re busy, but we have to clean that out every six months, and I only have two others that can help. Your assistance would be appreciated and speed things up.”
She thought how much work she had at home waiting for her, but also knew her job was necessary, and he seldom asked for her to stay over and clean when others were.
“Sure, Mitch. I’ll help.”
At her break, she called home to let them know and asked that the other kids help out since she couldn’t be there herself.
At 8 p.m., the front doors were locked. She and two other employees headed to the back to start pulling everything out of the freezer to clean it and reorganize it.
Mitch put on some music on the PA and joined them. After about an hour, they were starting to put items back in, when Wilma noticed Mitch had left for a little while. He called on the PA for one of the workers to come to his office. Wilma and the other girl kept working until ten minutes later, the other employee was called to Mitch’s office. Now, it was just Wilma working.
When she finished loading everything neatly into the freezer, she closed the freezer door and started to clean up in the bathroom.
When she opened the bathroom door to the back room, it was dark, and there was no more music. The only light was from the bathroom she was in. She held the door open and yelled, “Hello? Mitch?”
No answer. She just stood there, holding the bathroom door open.
“Mitch! you there?”
Her heart started pounding harder, and she became increasingly scared. If she let the door close and try to head out to the store, she would be in complete darkness.
Finally, she heard Mitch call out to her as he came into the back room. “Wilma! Wilma where are you at?”
“In the employee bathroom,” she yelled back.
“I’m coming. We lost some power in the store, and only certain lights are working,” he said as he started to approach her with a flashlight.
As he came within a few feet of her, he said, “You okay?”
“Yes, just a little frightened. The freezer is all done. Where are the other two?”
“I sent them home. I wanted to talk to you before you left.”
Wilma knew this was very bad. She started thinking of the worst possible thing and was now trying to form a plan to get out of this bad situation.
“What do you want to talk about, Mitch?”
“I’d like for you to give me another try, that’s all.”
Wilma was still standing in the bathroom doorway, with Mitch standing in front of her. She knew she had to agree, or she could be in for trouble.
“OK, Mitch. You know what. I’ll go on another date with you. Now, can we please just go?”
“You mean it? You’ll go out with me again? Is that because you feel sorry for me or because you really do like me and just don’t want to admit it?”
What could she say? With either question, she was bound to get herself in deeper.
She tried to answer the best she could, and with as much anxiety as she was feeling, replied: “I want to try again and see if maybe there are any feelings there.”
“I respect that answer,” Mitch said. “Let’s get out of here and go home.”
He backed up from the doorway to let her come out. As she did, the bathroom door closed and the light from the bathroom was gone. Now, it was the two of them in the dark, with the only light from his flashlight.
As they started walking toward the doors that separate the backroom from the store, Wilma could see a faint light coming from the store through the door’s windows. She assumed it was from the emergency lights.
Ten feet from the doors, Mitch stopped and said, “You know what?” Then didn’t say another word.
Wilma looked at him, barely able to see his face, as he held the flashlight toward the floor.
Then she asked, “What?”
“I think if we go out again, you’re still not going to have feelings for me. I think you’re just doing it because you're scared right now.”
Wilma was absolutely petrified. She was almost frozen stiff and couldn’t say a word. She started shaking and was ready to run.
Then Mitch slightly changed positions, so his back was facing the doors leading to the grocery store and which forced Wilma to turn and face him. She couldn’t see the windows in the doors now because Mitch was blocking her view.
“I think you are going to tell somebody about what is happening now. Then I’ll get fired and lose everything I have. I’m in this too deep now. So, why don’t we just continue on?”
“Continue with what, Mitch? Let’s just forget this happened. I will go home, and we’ll forget the whole thing.”
“I don’t know that I can trust you. Everyone loves you. Me, I’m replaceable. But if I’m going to lose everything, then I think I would prefer to have what I want.”
“What do you want? I am only 18. I am helping my mom with her family, going to school. Do you wish to ruin my life? For what?! For your pleasure?”
Mitch just stood there, speechless. Wilma had him in a place he didn’t expect. He also didn’t want to hurt her, for he really did have feelings for her.
“Do you think raping me, beating me, is going to make your life better?! Of course not! Do you think it’s going to make my life better?! No! You are a better person than this, Mitch!”
Mitch stood there, motionless. His head lowered. He seemed deflated. She reached out and took the flashlight from his hand. She pointed it to her face, and said, “Look at me! I am Wilma! Your friend! I care about you, as I do everyone.”
Mitch looked at her, then said, “I’m so sorry, Wilma. I messed up! I’m really, really, sorry.”
Wilma pointed the flashlight toward his face and saw tears rolling down his cheeks. She reached out her right hand and grabbed his left, pulled it toward her, and squeezed tightly.
“I am your friend. You have every right to be upset with what you have done and what you thought you may do. But we have broken the evil spell with love for others, whether spoken or unspoken.”
“I have hurt you, probably for life. I have scared you and forever will you be afraid.”
“Mitch, I have pushed through life knowing I can make a difference in other people. I have now made a difference in your life, as you have mine. But I now know I can overcome greater challenges than I could before tonight, and I know there can be a kind spirit, even in an absolute void of reality. You were not yourself tonight, because you allowed too many impure thoughts to take over your conscious.
Live to help others, and you shall be helped.”
Just then, there was a banging at the front door. Wilma handed Mitch the flashlight and told him, go tell them everything is fine. It may be the police.”
She let go of his hand, and he said, “Are you going to tell them?”
“Tell them that we were cleaning the freezer?”
Mitch turned to go through the grocery store doors and toward the front of the dark store, only lit by the emergency lights. As he started walking, he stopped and turned around to see if Wilma was with him. But she was gone.
He called her name, “Wilma? Wilma?” No answer.
The banging on the front door continued. Mitch went on, and as he got closer to the front, he noticed there were a few men with flashlights. He knew it was the police.
He opened the door, and the one officer asked, “Is everything alright, sir. We noticed the lights were all off and we notice your car out front.”
“Yes, officer. Everything is fine. I was working in the back of the store.”
“OK. Glad everything is alright. Anyone else with you?”
Mitch looked to where Wilma usually chained up her bike. It was gone.
“No, just me. Thanks so much for checking on me.”
“You’re welcome. Have a good night.”
“You too, officers.”
Mitch closed and locked the door. He then walked over to turn on the main lights and went to look for Wilma. He headed to the backroom and started calling her name, but there was no answer. He looked everywhere. No Wilma.
He even checked all the doors, but none of them have been opened. They were either locked, or the alarm would have sounded.
He went back up to his office, and as he passed the time clock, he saw a note taped to it. He stopped and took it off to read.
It read, “Mitch, you did well. Faced with temptation and opportunity, you were able to break free and come back. I have moved on. I am real, and I was scared, but I also did well. You must continue on with your education, find someone who can love you, and be happy. For success is happiness and contentment!
Your invisible friend,
Wilma”
E.
Wilma was the second oldest, behind her brother. After high school, she got a part-time job at the local grocery store running the register. Wilma was not graced with beauty, and she usually needed a step stool to reach most everything. But she was popular in school, and now as an adult, because of her kindness.
Since she grew up taking care of her siblings, she was already a mom by trade. She did the same for kids at school who needed a shoulder to cry on or an ear to talk to. She always had time to help others, even at her own expense. And her words were seemingly wise for someone of her age.
Wilma started attending the local community college to study psychology. She wanted to learn more about how people ticked. She would work in the evenings and weekends and go to school during the week. She was also expected to keep up with the family home she still lived in and help take care of her sisters and brothers.
She stayed very busy with homework, job, school, and home. She seldom had any time off to just sit and relax. But she didn’t complain, because she knew one day, she would graduate and have a career she would love.
Each day, she woke and worked until her head hit the pillow again. And yet, she still had time for listening to and encouragement for others. A selfless, caring young woman.
Mitch, was the store manager where Wilma worked. He was ten years older than her and white. A fairly good-looking man, with blonde hair, 6-foot-tall, and a medium build. He had been working for the store since he graduated high school and never went on for more education.
He liked Wilma because she always made him feel special. He would complain to her that he wasn’t really successful, because he still worked at the same store, which didn’t pay much. He complained about his one-bedroom efficiency, his old-model car, which was always breaking down, and his lack of a social life.
But Wilma would point out the good in his life and even got him registered for a class at the same college she attended. He loved talking with her, for Wilma made everyone around her feel better about themselves. She was her own sunshine.
After working six months with Mitch at the store, he asked her out for a date. Mitch sometimes mistook Wilma’s friendly and caring demeanor for flirtation toward him. But it was far from that. She did like Mitch, but not in that way.
When he did ask her out to see a movie, she hesitated. “Mitch, I like you, but you’re my boss.”
“I know I’m your boss. But does that mean we can’t have feelings for one another? I mean, we are human. I think you’re very attractive, and I would like to get to know you on a deeper level.”
Wilma knew it wasn’t a good idea, but because of who she was and knowing she needed the money to continue to pay for school and help with the bills at home, she couldn’t afford to lose the job. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, either.
“OK. You’re right. Let’s go see a movie,” she reluctantly said.
“Are you sure? You don’t seem to be enthused.”
Wilma looked into his eyes and knew she needed to pull this together, or he would be hurt.
“Yes, I’m sure! I was just thinking of how busy I am and trying to figure out the time to do it. It will be tricky, but it can be done.”
“Fantastic! Just tell me when and I’ll be ready. Check your schedule and let me know.”
Wilma felt a pit in her stomach. As she went back to cashier from her break, she knew this wasn’t for her. “How much more can I do for people?” She thought to herself. “I’m always doing for others, and I don’t complain, but sometimes, sometimes it gets too much.”
After a few weeks, and Mitch constantly nagging her, she made time to go to the movies. They met up in front of the closed store they worked at, and she got into his car.
She wore a cute, blue and Yellow spring dress, and had her hair down, which Mitch was not used to seeing.
“Wow! Wilma, you look beautiful,” he said while opening her car door for her.
“You look handsome yourself,” she replied.
She didn’t have any attraction for Mitch at all but was trying to make him feel good.
While at the movie, they shared popcorn, and each had their own soda. Mitch didn’t try to hold her hand, which she was thankful for, but he did put his arm around her.
After the movie, he started driving her back to the store, when he said, “Do you want to go to the beach and listen to the waves crash?”
She was now on the spot and started to get slightly nervous. She just wanted this date over with, and now he wanted it to go on.
“I’d love too, but I need to get home and get to bed. I have to help with the younger kids in the morning and get them ready for school.”
“I understand. Maybe another time.”
“Certainly.”
She was relieved but also knew this was sending the wrong message to him. She was having second thoughts about this whole date. “Maybe I should just end it tomorrow?” she thought.
When they reached the store, he let her out of the car like a gentleman, and he gave her a hug goodbye.
“I’m glad we spent this time together, Wilma,” he said to her smiling.
“Me too, Mitch.” She replied.
She got on her bike and rode home.
The next day at work, Mitch was like a different person. As soon as she walked in, he greeted her with, “Hey baby. Good to see you.”
She paused and quickly said, “Nice to see you too.” Making sure to leave any cute names out of her response.
As her shift went on, he would walk up behind her and ask how she was feeling and would compliment her on her work, her clothes, and her appearance.
She would thank him and continue working and talking with the customers. At her lunch break, she was eating her sandwich and apple when Mitch came to sit down with her. She knew this couldn’t go on, and no matter how his feelings may be hurt, had to end it.
“Mitch, I like you. I like you as my boss, and I like you as my friend. But I’m sorry, I don’t like you in a romantic or relationship kind of way. I’m sorry.”
Mitch, sitting across from her, looked her in the eyes with a stunned look. He didn’t say anything. Just stared at her.
“Are you OK?” she asked him.
Still nothing. Two minutes went by, and he just kept staring. She was uncomfortable and was now wondering if she made the right decision again.
Then Mitch said, “I understand. Thanks for being so honest and at least trying.”
He got up from the breakroom table and went back to the front of the store, to his office.
For the next few days, Mitch was very quiet. He rarely came out of his office and said little to Wilma. She soon realized it was the right decision but felt terrible for hurting him. After all, she had spent six months making him feel special, now she made him feel like crap!
Two weeks passed, and she was on her register working a later shift when he came up to her and asked if she could help a few of the other workers and stay past closing to help clean the storage freezer in the back room.
“I know you’re busy, but we have to clean that out every six months, and I only have two others that can help. Your assistance would be appreciated and speed things up.”
She thought how much work she had at home waiting for her, but also knew her job was necessary, and he seldom asked for her to stay over and clean when others were.
“Sure, Mitch. I’ll help.”
At her break, she called home to let them know and asked that the other kids help out since she couldn’t be there herself.
At 8 p.m., the front doors were locked. She and two other employees headed to the back to start pulling everything out of the freezer to clean it and reorganize it.
Mitch put on some music on the PA and joined them. After about an hour, they were starting to put items back in, when Wilma noticed Mitch had left for a little while. He called on the PA for one of the workers to come to his office. Wilma and the other girl kept working until ten minutes later, the other employee was called to Mitch’s office. Now, it was just Wilma working.
When she finished loading everything neatly into the freezer, she closed the freezer door and started to clean up in the bathroom.
When she opened the bathroom door to the back room, it was dark, and there was no more music. The only light was from the bathroom she was in. She held the door open and yelled, “Hello? Mitch?”
No answer. She just stood there, holding the bathroom door open.
“Mitch! you there?”
Her heart started pounding harder, and she became increasingly scared. If she let the door close and try to head out to the store, she would be in complete darkness.
Finally, she heard Mitch call out to her as he came into the back room. “Wilma! Wilma where are you at?”
“In the employee bathroom,” she yelled back.
“I’m coming. We lost some power in the store, and only certain lights are working,” he said as he started to approach her with a flashlight.
As he came within a few feet of her, he said, “You okay?”
“Yes, just a little frightened. The freezer is all done. Where are the other two?”
“I sent them home. I wanted to talk to you before you left.”
Wilma knew this was very bad. She started thinking of the worst possible thing and was now trying to form a plan to get out of this bad situation.
“What do you want to talk about, Mitch?”
“I’d like for you to give me another try, that’s all.”
Wilma was still standing in the bathroom doorway, with Mitch standing in front of her. She knew she had to agree, or she could be in for trouble.
“OK, Mitch. You know what. I’ll go on another date with you. Now, can we please just go?”
“You mean it? You’ll go out with me again? Is that because you feel sorry for me or because you really do like me and just don’t want to admit it?”
What could she say? With either question, she was bound to get herself in deeper.
She tried to answer the best she could, and with as much anxiety as she was feeling, replied: “I want to try again and see if maybe there are any feelings there.”
“I respect that answer,” Mitch said. “Let’s get out of here and go home.”
He backed up from the doorway to let her come out. As she did, the bathroom door closed and the light from the bathroom was gone. Now, it was the two of them in the dark, with the only light from his flashlight.
As they started walking toward the doors that separate the backroom from the store, Wilma could see a faint light coming from the store through the door’s windows. She assumed it was from the emergency lights.
Ten feet from the doors, Mitch stopped and said, “You know what?” Then didn’t say another word.
Wilma looked at him, barely able to see his face, as he held the flashlight toward the floor.
Then she asked, “What?”
“I think if we go out again, you’re still not going to have feelings for me. I think you’re just doing it because you're scared right now.”
Wilma was absolutely petrified. She was almost frozen stiff and couldn’t say a word. She started shaking and was ready to run.
Then Mitch slightly changed positions, so his back was facing the doors leading to the grocery store and which forced Wilma to turn and face him. She couldn’t see the windows in the doors now because Mitch was blocking her view.
“I think you are going to tell somebody about what is happening now. Then I’ll get fired and lose everything I have. I’m in this too deep now. So, why don’t we just continue on?”
“Continue with what, Mitch? Let’s just forget this happened. I will go home, and we’ll forget the whole thing.”
“I don’t know that I can trust you. Everyone loves you. Me, I’m replaceable. But if I’m going to lose everything, then I think I would prefer to have what I want.”
“What do you want? I am only 18. I am helping my mom with her family, going to school. Do you wish to ruin my life? For what?! For your pleasure?”
Mitch just stood there, speechless. Wilma had him in a place he didn’t expect. He also didn’t want to hurt her, for he really did have feelings for her.
“Do you think raping me, beating me, is going to make your life better?! Of course not! Do you think it’s going to make my life better?! No! You are a better person than this, Mitch!”
Mitch stood there, motionless. His head lowered. He seemed deflated. She reached out and took the flashlight from his hand. She pointed it to her face, and said, “Look at me! I am Wilma! Your friend! I care about you, as I do everyone.”
Mitch looked at her, then said, “I’m so sorry, Wilma. I messed up! I’m really, really, sorry.”
Wilma pointed the flashlight toward his face and saw tears rolling down his cheeks. She reached out her right hand and grabbed his left, pulled it toward her, and squeezed tightly.
“I am your friend. You have every right to be upset with what you have done and what you thought you may do. But we have broken the evil spell with love for others, whether spoken or unspoken.”
“I have hurt you, probably for life. I have scared you and forever will you be afraid.”
“Mitch, I have pushed through life knowing I can make a difference in other people. I have now made a difference in your life, as you have mine. But I now know I can overcome greater challenges than I could before tonight, and I know there can be a kind spirit, even in an absolute void of reality. You were not yourself tonight, because you allowed too many impure thoughts to take over your conscious.
Live to help others, and you shall be helped.”
Just then, there was a banging at the front door. Wilma handed Mitch the flashlight and told him, go tell them everything is fine. It may be the police.”
She let go of his hand, and he said, “Are you going to tell them?”
“Tell them that we were cleaning the freezer?”
Mitch turned to go through the grocery store doors and toward the front of the dark store, only lit by the emergency lights. As he started walking, he stopped and turned around to see if Wilma was with him. But she was gone.
He called her name, “Wilma? Wilma?” No answer.
The banging on the front door continued. Mitch went on, and as he got closer to the front, he noticed there were a few men with flashlights. He knew it was the police.
He opened the door, and the one officer asked, “Is everything alright, sir. We noticed the lights were all off and we notice your car out front.”
“Yes, officer. Everything is fine. I was working in the back of the store.”
“OK. Glad everything is alright. Anyone else with you?”
Mitch looked to where Wilma usually chained up her bike. It was gone.
“No, just me. Thanks so much for checking on me.”
“You’re welcome. Have a good night.”
“You too, officers.”
Mitch closed and locked the door. He then walked over to turn on the main lights and went to look for Wilma. He headed to the backroom and started calling her name, but there was no answer. He looked everywhere. No Wilma.
He even checked all the doors, but none of them have been opened. They were either locked, or the alarm would have sounded.
He went back up to his office, and as he passed the time clock, he saw a note taped to it. He stopped and took it off to read.
It read, “Mitch, you did well. Faced with temptation and opportunity, you were able to break free and come back. I have moved on. I am real, and I was scared, but I also did well. You must continue on with your education, find someone who can love you, and be happy. For success is happiness and contentment!
Your invisible friend,
Wilma”
E.