Ambushed again.
You’d think I’d know by now to keep my hands in my pockets.
Mrs. B had her hands full and was fumbling with her keys trying to get in the building, so I ran up to help. When I grabbed her groceries, I brushed against her. Oh shit. Didn’t know today was the a special day. The flowers should have been a giveaway.
Special days are always a crap shoot.
Maybe it’s a birthday, or some sweet thing. This was sweet, but sad. Like those first five minutes of “Up”, I saw her life with Denny unfold.
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