Chapter 8 The Start of a Beautiful Friendship
When Marie awoke, the birds were singing, the sun was shining, and she felt unusually elated to be alive. She jumped into a pair of comfy jeans and a suitably ratty t-shirt, then hopped down the stairs the way she'd done when she was a child.
Unsurprisingly, her mother and father were in the kitchen: Mama standing by the coffee pot, Pa consuming bacon and eggs at the table.
“Good morning, all!” Marie declared. She kissed her father on the top of his head, then kissed her mother on the cheek. “What a beautiful day we have ahead of us!”
Her mother chuckled joyfully. “You're full of beans this morning, Sweet Marie!”
Marie pressed her lips against the palm of her hand, hoping to create one long, extended fart noise. It came out as a squeake
