Friendship is a cyclical theme in Stephen King's work. And I say cyclical because it returns, closes, returns. Friendship in King becomes strong, very strong, to the point that friends, in addition to sharing affection and pranks, talks and dreams, share what only a friend shares: a secret.

But then it dissipates. Friendship enters a haven of distance. Only in this way does each 'member' of the friendship manage to find their way. There is a pause in friendship.

When friends meet again, that friendship is strengthened and it does so because it comes to close, close, heal, like a spell comes to undo the secret. Not because it 'airs' it but because it makes it transparent until nothing remains of it but an anecdote.

And what else is friendship other than a string of anecdotes?
In It (1986), in The Body (1982), and in The Portrait of Rose Madder (1995) it is the cyclical nature of friendship that literally saves friends from death.

True friendship is always there to laugh with us and, in the process, save us from the secret.