Mazie’s call
lingered in her consciousness. Why she wondered. Was it the
loneliness, the boredom or the wine? Janice felt she had been kicked
in the ass. Alone in her two people house she felt attacked on two
fronts. A family whose evangelical roots ran wide and deep loomed in
the recesses of her consciousness. The Unitarian Fellowship of which
she and Charlie were founders-- now a church they worked so hard to
avoid-- plagued her.
“The world is too
much with us” a famous poet once said. Janice agreed.
When Charlie was
alive they felt a connection with each other, with nature, with God.
Charlie was the linchpin of her spiritual health. Now Charlie was
gone.
Can the trinity-
father, son and holy ghost exist of one is removed? Can her own
trinity, Janice, Charlie and nature, exist if one is removed?
Screw Mazie! Why did
she have the right to stir things up?
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