It’s only the 4th day of the New Year, when this woman cups my face in her hands and draws me right close to just say it.
“It’s changed my life.”
I’ve been trying to shake it for days, as I set the table, read with the kids, watch the snow come down — shake these fear’s long forgotten that have been stalking me hard.
And she’s been trying to get it together for years. She’s had a few husbands. More than a few heart shatterings.
It’s like she’s shaking the hope of change right into me.