By Coco Jane
Please, prayed Karen, could I have one grocery run without someone asking about Shelly?
Everyone in Huntsville knew about Shelly’s cancer and constantly asked Karen how her sister was doing. It was getting tiresome. Always, “How’s Shelly?” Never, “How are you? How’s work? How are Jeff and the kids?”
Karen sighed and headed into the store.
Marlene told her about her trip to Colorado. Donna talked about the church bazaar. Lisa and her twins shared a preschool song. The clerk chattered about his new puppy.
On her way back to the car, Karen stopped.
Hey—nobody asked about Shelly.
How rude.
Very relatable. Wanting attention, but then getting the wrong kind.
Well done!
Thanks, Rachel. Something like this actually happened to me when my brother-in-law was dying. I wanted a no-questions day, and when I got it, I felt slighted. Ahh, human nature!
Well done, Coco. I really enjoyed this one.
Thank you, Raymond.