A moth was trapped within the light fixture, desperately trying to free itself. Loretta stood on tiptoe and unscrewed the tulip-shaped globe. The moth flittered out. Loretta replaced the globe and then gazed at her reflection in the mirror above the sink, staring herself in the eye. “Don’t be shrill. Be calm. Don’t talk about politics, or the news, or God or the Bible,” she murmured. “And smile.”
