“as I grow old and my friends leave me.” by Sasha outside at work

Thursday July 19, 2018
5 minutes
Psalms For Praying
Nan C. Merrill

Sam is off with Pete and Justin at the lake. I hate sleeping alone. I wonder what they’re doing. Fishing, that was the plan. But what else are they doing? Are they living off of chips and canned soups? What does Nana keep at the cabin anyway? I should’ve helped to organize groceries. The least I could do given how good Sam’s been to me with all the work stress, and my Mom. He’s out of cell range so I can’t call. I texted a few times but haven’t heard back. Why do I feel so strange and empty and ill when Sam’s away?! How can I be this kind of woman?! I never thought that – …