Margot was seven and a half years my senior and, with the exception of a few gaps, she’s always been a part of my life. There is some reason to believe that we met when I was less than one year old and again when I was 10. However, our real friendship began when I was 13 and she 20.
For years, we were inseparable. When she got married, we still spent time together, although we had less contact as she and John raised their son.