‘*What if?’*
Pale blood-drained knuckles, strained, as they repeatedly grip and then loosen their hold on the slick leather upholstery of the dashboard. A woman, runs those same knuckles, fingers, and hands through her hair, combing through her thoughts, her desires, and her emotions. What is she doing on a Tuesday of all days, a day when she is meant to be going to the local grocery store to get her bi-weekly shopping done. On that list were Autumn and Lulu’s favorite cereals, ice creams and snacks. It also contained all of Marty’s favorite tastes, like soy milk and hummus, and bologna and green beans. But nothing on that list was for Angela. Angela made sure everyone got their favorites but she didn’t mind so much when she didn’t get what she wanted.
‘*What if I didn’t go today?’*
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