Passage2

Questions 6 to 10 are based on thefollowing passage.

I saw Jane lastnight for the first time in years. She was miserable. She had bleached herhair, trying to hide its true color, just as her rough appearance hid her deepunhappiness. She needed to talk, so we went for a walk. While I thought aboutmy future, the college applications that had recently arrived, she thought abouther past, the home she had recently left. Then she spoke. She told me about herlove-and I saw dependent relationship with a dominating man. She told me aboutthe drugs-and I saw that they were her escape. She told me about her goals-andI saw unrealistic material dreams. She told me she needed a friend-and I sawhope, because at least I could give her that.

We had met inthe second grade. Jane was missing a tooth, I was missing my friends. I hadjust moved across the continent to find cold metal swings and cold smirkingfaces outside the foreboding of my new school. asked her if Icould see herArchie comic book, even though I didn't really like comics; she said yes, eventhough she didn't really like to share. Maybe we were both looking for a smile.And we found it. We found someone to giggle with late at night, someone toslurp hot chocolate with on the cold winter days when school was canceled and wewould sit together by the bay window, watching the snow endlessly falling.

In the summer,at the pool, I got stung by a bee. Jane held my hand and told me that she wasthere and that it was okay to cry-so I did. In the fall, we raked the leavesinto piles and took turns jumping, never afraid because we knew that the multicoloredbed would break our fall.

Only now, shehad fallen and there was no one to catch her. We hadn't spoken in months, wehadn't seen each other in years. I had moved to California, she had moved outof the house. Our experiences were miles apart, making our hearts much fartheraway from each other than the continent she had just traversed.Through herwords I was alienated, but through her eyes I felt her yearning. She neededsupport in her search for strength and a new start. She needed my friendshipnow more than ever. So I took her hand and told her that I was there and thatit was okay to cry-so she did.

 
With the author's move to California, the friendship between the author and Jane____