CHAPTER 2
Gloria’s alarm woke her up shortly after six, only an hour or so after she’d finally managed to get herself back to sleep. Dreams about Stan had become more and more common since their daughter’s high school graduation last year. Memories that threatened to crush and overwhelm her.
The funny thing was that if Stan were still alive, she probably would have forgotten all about that picnic in the backyard. She wouldn’t cling to those ridiculously mundane details of the four short years they’d had together. Making cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches to enjoy together that early summer evening. How many years ago?
Far too long.
She glided into her slippers, knowing that if she tried to hold her devotions in bed, she’d fall asleep again. At least her morning rituals were one part
