It was no use trying to talk sense into Sylvia when she got like this.
I bought one bagel to share. It is still warm in the paper bag.
“Why is everything so fucking dark lately? What happened to happily ever after?”
I wish you hadn’t helped me last year.
When I was a pre-teen my cousin would ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Hot wet tears run down my cheeks and under my collar.
On Wednesday, I watched her steal a daylily from my garden.