One by One

by Freida McFadden

But she’s not married. So she gets to do whatever she wants without another person criticizing her every move.

Michelle lathers up her hands then rinses them off. She’s doing quite a thorough job cleaning them. I wonder if she sings the happy birthday song in her head while she does it, like we teach the kids in school. Probably not.

He gets a burger too: “Rare. Bloody. Maybe still mooing.”

It’s amazing how easily life can come to an end.

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should live another day I pray the Lord to guide my way. Amen.