ANNA:
Eventually I dragged myself upstairs to bed and cried myself to sleep. The alarm rings to quickly. I stand, feeling like I have been hit by a truck, I begin to get ready. I walk into the closet and have no interest in gazing at my clothes or playing dress up. I reach for the first dress I see; it is a plain black collard shirt style dress. I grab a gray cropped sweater vest and pull it on over, fixing the collar. I grab a pair of flat knee-high black boots, and slide them on, have no desire to wear heels. Standing in front of the mirror I feel completely lackluster. Though I haven’t known him long… or remembered him long is more accurate… Either way, though my memory of him is short, I miss Fredo. I feel lost without knowing he will be coming home. I miss my lunch wa
