Jeanie
Gabriel wanted to come with me, but I said no. I appreciated his support, and I knew he always had my back. Gabe was special that way. But this was something I had to face on my own.
I dressed up. Sort of. I wore a pair of new jeans with a light blue blouse. I brushed out my curls and pulled them back with a clip. I even put on a little lip gloss.
I wanted to stall. I wanted to find a reason not to go. But I picked up my purse and my cell phone and marched resolutely to my old truck, halfway wishing that today was the day my old faithful vehicle would fail me.
But it didn’t. The engine roared to life like it was happy and excited to make the trip. I couldn’t go empty handed, so I stopped off at the supermarket and perused the sad little floral department.
Rae Rae loved flower
