~’I grew up thinking it was small than this.’
‘Most people remember things bigger.’~
~A wise man never counted all the way to three.~
~She balled up the tissue and lobbed it toward the trash can. She missed. She bent down to correct her error. She was Canadian.~
~That’s the problem with denial. Reality doesn’t care what you think. It just keeps rolling along. This is the road. Always was. Still is.~
~’Don’t let ego get in the way of a good decision.’
‘You just trashed ever general in our nation’s history.’~
~They were welcomed at the reception desk by a cheerful woman who spoke to them as she would to the bereaved, except not exactly. A little livelier. A unique tone….As if visitors to an old people’s home made up a unique demographic. Not the recently bereaved. The soon to be. The pre-bereaved.~