Wall

I came home one weekend. Was a party, organised by her friends. -

You didn’t like them.

I already said. They were phonies.

Phonies?

Listen, unless you lived there, how could you understand? Everyone puts up barriers… In this case there was a wall. You couldn’t pretend there wasn’t. - Not in that context. And yet that’s what they were pretending.

The wall had come down…

Right, the wall had come down and we could be friends, even if it was just for one day.