What If This Happens
I reserved two rooms for Saturday night
For four “girls” who graduated from high school in ‘70
One girl is in the hospital, pretty sick.
This means I will get my own room
The other two girls keep texting me.
What if this happens…
What if that happens….
What if the other thing happens….
They keep asking me what it will take for me to cancel.
I finally texted them both this
“If I die before Saturday Joe has directions to drag my body to that room.”
This seemed to squelch their questions.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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