My friend Hoa in August, the hottest month of the year.
She asked six people and four of us came.
The in the old building was broken, and her flat was on the fifth floor.
We boxes down the stairs for three hours and finished at two in the afternoon.
Hoa had everything the night before and written the room on every box.
That small step saved us an hour at the new flat.
She bought lunch for everybody and to let anybody pay.
Two months later one of us moved as well, and all four turned up again.
Nobody keeps a record of these things, and everybody remembers who came.
A friendship is by a hot Saturday more than by any conversation.