Lily remembers. You must be Christ-like, they told her. Ugly, scrawny little girl. Those were the days before she became a hopeless heifer. Save someone, they said, but who would save her?
(Author’s note: Here’s 50 cents. Call someone who cares. You are depressing me. Write about bunnies and kittens, Lisa, or go home).
(Author’s more profound note: No, I ain’t dissing Jesus).