My son had a friend back in grade school that he always referred to as, “My friend, Mary.” (That is not her real name, but Mary is a very good name for a friend, don’t you think?)
She was nice to my son in a Sunday School class that had some real stinkers – you know the kind of kids I mean. Kids who tease; kids who aren’t very nice. I imagine this is the reason he felt the need to identify her by the title “My friend.” She was nice. She behaved like, and was truly, his friend.
There is a big difference between friends and acquaintances. I know my son recognizes the difference. I recognize the difference.
I hope someday my daughter learns to recognize that difference, too.