THROWN BACK TO THE SHARKS?

Megan sat on the swing in the backyard, her slender feet barely touching the ground. She swayed slowly as she kept an eye on her son who was running around after Betty the goat with their family dog barking after them.

It was a clear Sunday afternoon and they had just come from church because her religious parents always believed in joining the fellowship at the local church. Meeting the townspeople again after months of being away was refreshing. They were the most loving and caring people who never judged and accepted people as they were. This was why it was easy for her to return home after her first divorce. She wondered if they would still welcome her back after a second divorce.

Already a sweet-smelling aroma of baked bread and roast meat wafted out of the kitchen window to signify that mother was almost done with lunch. It was a family tradition for mother to handle lunch preparation alone for the family every Sunday where she set a menu that had been handed down from a line of