Enemies

"Do you have any enemies?" Polly asked (assuming the answer would be "no"). "Of course," Tracie replied smiling. "Everyone. I mean ... the entire human race is kind of an alliances crapshoot." "No, I'm serious," Polly clarified (annoyed). "And so am I," Tracie responded with zero delay, offering a bonus raised eyebrow. "If you're looking for a nemesis number, that's much smaller; really, only your closest friends have enough history and emotional clout to turn into an arch rival." Polly stared at her for what felt like a long time. "This is not comforting," she stated eventually. "No, but - hey!, once a friendship is firmly established, it has almost unlimited potential!" Tracie smiled (pretty sure she'd be the first person in her group to build an underground lair).