August 30, 2008
solitary bees, 64
The woman sitting in front of them looks back over her shoulder.
You’re lucky.
Karen takes a while to realize she is talking to her.
How’s that?
You’re lucky.
She motions in the direction Jeremy has gone.
Young strong man committed enough and patient. I miss that.
He’s all right.
You say that till he’s gone. A good man is hard to find.
Well I don’t know that’s how I’d put it. I’ve always had good luck I guess.
Luck doesn’t have anything to do with it.
Her straw makes a noise.
The Lord provides. He gives and takes away. There’s simply nothing can be done about it.
I should learn to pray.
I can say a prayer for you if you want. I’ll add you to my prayer list. What’s your name?
Karen.
What’s his?
Jeremy.
Jeremy.
And Karen.
Okay. I’ll add y’all from now on.
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