House of Sighs
Those sensible flats, as reliable and well-worn as her wisdom.
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself,” she told her grandkids, their round, innocent faces staring up at her. “And those aren’t my words.” It was one of her recycled lines, one that left her feeling a little flat, a little well-worn herself. Though she sometimes spoke His words, she didn’t give a flying fuck about God anymore.
Still, a large, garish crucifix hung around her neck.
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