Chapter 3
Eventually, the snow melted away, bringing a promise of longer days and March and April showers to prompt the May flowers I never imagined I might not be around to see. Now, it was Monday, April 1, 2019, the date that might end up on my tombstone after the dash. No fooling.
I’d never been one to hate Mondays, not like a nine to fiver, who had to return to work after the weekend. Man, those people would have little to complain about if they knew how much this particular Monday was going to suck for me.
The beginning of the day held promise. Patrick and I had recently missed a couple of Hump Day Thursdays. Two in a row. I’d had a twenty-four-hour stomach bug, just my luck, on my night off the third week in March. Patrick had offered to come and bring me soup, but I didn’t want t
