Looking at her friend, who was reeking of alcohol, eyes smudged, sitting at the edge of the roof with a bottle of wine, she questioned,
" What's the matter? You look like you have been to somebody's funeral. Did someone die ?"
Looking at her blankly she replied, "you know me so well. Yes, I have been to a funeral."
" Who was it?"
Staring at the moon she replied, "It was me. I finally, killed that girl who was hopelessly in love with him and freed my soul from the pain and misery."
" Well,in that case, how about sharing some of your wine with me. I guess I will stay tonight."
And both of them spent the night on the roof, drinking wine staring at the moon.